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? No Coining - All Rights Reserved

Oct 26, 2014

Honda CRF250L



Down the last of the paved road you go, straight into the riverbed. Standing there is a smiling man carrying a machete, wearing nothing but a loincloth.

Its the dry season, so the riverbed ahead is likely passable. Sand below, sandstone walls on both sides of you. There is no road. This is the place where you push yourself and the bike until the canyon narrows to the point where you cannot ride anymore.

It all ends at a waterfall dripping raindrops from above. There you stop, sit, think, and then rev down the ride without a road.

Puning Hot Springs, Pampanga

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