It’s after 11pm and I just arrived home from an interesting day. Lots to think about.
But let’s have some photos. These are from the archives, now that I’ve got my scanner on speaking terms with my computer. (I’m reviving my practice of scanning my prints to archive them, it’s been ages!)
While I was living in Scotland, my friend Fedor Alphenaar (whom I met two years before, in Australia) visited from Holland for his birthday in August 1994 so we could go motorcycle camping. I LOVED it, but haven’t gone motorcycle camping since. After looking at these photos, I was reminded of how liberating it felt to bike around the Isle of Arran at leisure and to be in touch with my surroundings. Being a passenger in a car or bus or train is a bit isolating by comparison. The last time I was on a motorcycle was on the back of a Triumph Tiger almost a year ago, in Vancouver, although it seems like longer. I have no intention of buying a motorbike, but I’m going to figure out a way to ride on one this year.
