Wednesday, September 9, 2009


A day from when the only thing steering this bike was the next minute's worth of curiosity. Refining luck has something to do again with the automatic rearranging of randomness in reality to a story. Luck is lucky when it fits best into the plot. Like today, cruising my new 1974 Triumph TC 2000 up the street in Auckland, it didn't burst into flames from the pissing huge fuel leak out the rear carburetor. It means I'm still headed down to the South Island tomorrow, up the fish again, to the waters of Pounamu.

This is only one lucky frame out of a few hundred shot on the side of the road as part of a timelapse I'm still working on.

Out of bounds at Monument Valley, Arizona/Utah USA

1 comment:

  1. Love the colors. Cool shot,looks like a beautiful drive.