Spokes in the Snow

Last week I drove around Parma in the snow for about 20 minutes looking for a bicycle to photograph. I thought it'd be fun to document the life of a bike in the Cleveland winter.

I had no luck that day.

However, Sunday we had gone to eat breakfast at Lucky's in Tremont and this spunky little thing was parked outside. Of course I didn't have my camera on me at the time.

Yesterday after work I took my chances and drove back to see if it was still there. It had looked like the snow was banked on it pretty good on Sunday - I figured I might get lucky. And, I did!!

I love bikes. I love blueish-greeny teal bikes even more. I'm really happy I drove back.

Here are some of the shots in a collage.
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cp said…
good for you! i love this.
January 20, 2009 at 10:34 AM
lindyloo said…
Ha ha ha. I did the same thing with a couch earlier this week. It was like the perfect picture, all propped up sideways against a telephone pole in the snow, but I saw it early in the morning before there was enough light to get a good picture. So then I went back the next day, and it was still there, but there was all this garbage set out in front of it, ruining the photo. I hate that.

Btw: we must've just missed each other on Sunday, 'cause I was up there with my bro & mom.
January 20, 2009 at 2:11 PM
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