What a strange vintage we are. Constantly needing to photograph each thing, each moment. What other species demands to self archive everything? The same information, experiences, places visually captured over and over again.
What do we expect to learn from it; from taking a picture of it all?
This tiny island is a short swim from Tsuken Island. The only really accessible part of Afuiwa Island is this beach which is inhabited a group of birds who were none to pleased to see me rise from the water.
Bike number 6: 1999 Honda Steed. Repainted matte camo green by the last owner. Brought back from the dead by me. The Steed still needs some work, but with a running start you can get her started.
