So, today I rode my bike to ICON to drop off 21 4x5's! I've been hoarding them for lack of funds. I had had a "last call for photohol" stint in Elysian Park but it was a bust because it was the first day of daylight savings and no one showed until the sun was gone the way of tomorrow.
I broke that firm hand and have been stealing time here and there to take some more pitchers. I only have two more portraits in mind, but I'm sure I'll think of more. What I realized as this project has gone without a deadline is that the notion of my bicipandilla is unlike my bike (not)fixed. Obvious on one hand, but interesting to make note of nonetheless because the word "community" gets bandied around like a badminton bird, in a loosely joyous way to describe a tight group with a tight stance, visions of fences, countries with borders and a wordy detour to explain kind of like the time in sixth grade when we took the fieldtrip to the east german border and watched throught the chainlink fence the soldiers with guns walking on the open hillside. strange. ridiculous. but anyway, communities are ALWAYS CHANGING and isn't that (pardon the pun) a gas? What got me thinking about all of this is that the Bicycle Kitchen lost some really great folks to the wider world this summer, some loves also got lost, but some new ones found and if I don't stop now there'll too many choices and like I said in the email, "bike buddies come and go." By bicycle, naturally. Cheers for the coming holiday season!
