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

Jan 7, 2015

The Pack

Yigo, down a narrow village road I ride alone. Quite, nothing but houses and trees under dim sodium lamps. Then a fork in the road. A right. The road narrows.

First a small dog. Then two larger dogs.

On my left! Three large dogs, all barking. Wait, three more ahead too?!

The road dead-ends. Three in front. Six behind.

I look ahead. Where was the alpha? Yes you, you with the mangy black coat. Lunge. Attack. I am waiting.

A lunge! A pop of the clutch and my bike lunges forward too. Surprised, my attacker falls back. Not a moment to spare. Turn the bike around.

They are regrouping. Charging up my rear. Here they come.

Loose rock road, let’s go!

An explosion of the throttle; my back-end kicks out. A volley of rocks rains back on the attackers.

Ahead, three more gearing up on my right side.

A narrow miss.

The road widens.

I've gotten away. 

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