(ABOVE) A parked bike on a sidewalk – Park Slope, Brooklyn – May 2014
Biking has never been my forte nor my favorite pastime even when I was young. But I’ve always had a yearning for it.
I remember when I was about six or seven, we used to have a bike with training wheels. My sister and I would take turns riding it, pedaling in the backyard and the sidewalk just outside our house. No helmets or pads. Those weren’t very popular back then. Just us and the bike. Our grandma would watch us through the window of her candy shop, and play with us on occasion. She was a lovely old lady and always gave us candies. Summertime was the best because all the other kids would be out, playing, skipping and jumping.
Biking has never been my forte, and yet when I see people in bikes, I get a longing. A strange feeling of melancholy fills my soul. Somehow, it always reminds me of my youth. Happy and freewheeling…
A woman bikes in front of Union Market – Park Slope, Brooklyn – May 2014
A kid pedals through a sidewalk – Park Slope, Brooklyn – May 2014
A group of cyclists on a sunny day in Park Slope – Park Slope, Brooklyn – May 2014
A lonely bike in front of an apartment building – Park Slope, Brooklyn – May 2014