Rainy days typically symbolize unhappiness, rebirth or the need to have a chat with your inner self.
I use these days to (metaphorically) wash away my worries, doubts and mental anguish. When, due to multiple mental and physical trauma, your thoughts are constantly playing loops of nightmares you’ve had, or giving intense mood swings and uncertainty about how you see yourself, it’s refreshing to have a moment to cleanse yourself of these emotions.
Along my stroll to one of the many black owned cafés in my neighborhood I noticed something intriguing.
There were an abundance of bicycles chained randomly throughout a two block radius. Immediately I felt the need to document them — via photos.
The rain was pouring but the bicycles made me wish I could ride away into the arms of freedom.
It was fun seeing all kinds of 🚲: from mechanical ones to electrical ones 🏍️; from good-condition bikes to some in need of repairs.
A rainy day x bicycles x Bed-Stuy was just what was needed.
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I was born in Guyana (South America), and moved to Brooklyn, New York just shy of becoming a teenager. Though Brooklyn was my home for more than half of my life, my heart remained in Guyana. Talk about being torn in two!
I think I was bitten by the Wanderlust Bug at a young age. Too broke to travel, I read instead. And you know what they say about reading? (They say a lot of things so any quote you choose may work for this purpose). Due to an unhealthy obsession with books, I developed a passion for writing & telling stories. I like my writings most times.
Currently, I call Italy home. Whilst here in Europe, I hope to explore and write as much as I can. Please feel free to stick around for the journey -- or if you have something better to do perhaps bookmark me and return later?
Come for the photos, and stay for the words.
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