This picture shows a bike, or at least it was once upon a time. Some may think this is trash, many would garbage it.
One man’s trash still locked up tight. Broken into pieces doesn’t necessarily mean without purpose, I suppose.
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You really do take the most interesting pictures, Melissa. Your comments on this picture are very enigmatic, and could have a variety of meanings. I would say broken into pieces truly does not mean without value or without a purpose. In fact, I would suggest that broken into pieces might be preparation for an entirely new purpose. Your words are food for thought.
I really enjoyed this comment , Fuji. I also agree completely with your take on this view. I was thinking exactly that, myself, as I wrote it. I took this picture because I thought it was beautiful. I often will look at broken things and see potential for others. ?
I think that you and I are often on the same wave length, Melissa. Your title was such a strong clue for this picture, and an excellent example of how important a title can be. If your title was something like “Call 911” or “Stolen in Plain Sight”, I wouldn’t have enjoyed it nearly as much. You have such depth of thinking.
P.S. I really like that your title is “I Once Was a Bicycle”, instead of “I Am a Bicycle”. It reminded me of the old song “Amazing Grace”. So you were once a bicycle – I wonder what you are now? ?
I would like to think I am a bit in pieces myself, Fuji. But there’s some beauty in that, right? I’m always on this voyage of reinventing myself. I’d like to think I’m constantly evolving ?
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Possibly, I’m abstract art. I think many of us are in fact ?
It’s very sad when you can no longer lock up your bicycle with a single lock and hope to return and find it unscathed, like you could when I was a child. Now, everything has a value to someone. You now have to ensure that any potentially removable parts are also secured, or you’re likely to return and find you’re missing a wheel, the seat or the peddles, or, as your photograph clearly demonstrates, everything but the frame. I’m sure that would have gone too, if it hadn’t been locked up!
You’re so correct, Carrie. Everything needs to be tied down. The irony here is that the bike is secured, and grounded yet it somehow took flight and flew away. There is some sadness tied to this picture, I feel, but also beauty in a bizarre kind of way.
So many questions and lots of inspiration for a story or poem! I guess we writers usually look at most things as potential prompts 🙂 A great photo, Melissa – I can hear the cogs in my mind turning!
Thanks for your comment, Sandra! This is great to hear, we could all use some more cog turning. At points during lockdown I feared mine had seized up for good!
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The title and the pictures intrigued me. And your descriptions add more mystery to it. I agree with Fuji; you have taken the most interesting picture, Melissa. I love it.
Thank you for your comment, Lotchie. I suppose I have a bit of weird taste when it comes to my picture choices…But it helps me to come up with ideas for stories. And that’s not such a bad thing!
You’re welcome, Melissa. I am sorry, I will disagree with you. It is not a weird taste but it is photography and art. You are lucky with such talent that leads you to build a very lovely story.
You’re so very kind, Lotchie. Thank you once again. ?
You’re always welcome, Melissa. You deserve more than all the kind words.
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