The Riding Lesson

The view from a bicycle lets me in on so much. I hear snippets of conversations, I pass through an array of different smells, I pick up on relationship vibes between people interacting with each other. Eye contact with other humans for no particular reason occurs more often than when you’re encased in a large metal identity-obscuring bubble moving at non-human speeds.

On my way home from the march last Saturday, while riding past the same school where I met the Dutch cargo-bike and its owner, I spotted a scene that has to happen in the beginning years of every bicyclist. From across the schoolyard I took these pictures through the cyclone fence with my telephoto lens.