But given my recent lack of fear I wandered down the back alleys of Baltimore searching for subjects. It occurred to me at some point this wasn't the time or place to be artistic.
When you are in these situations alone...eyeball in a viewfinder, focused on a meter and light and Fstops and such it's hard to be aware of your surroundings. Shutter speed and focus ought to be left to the camera. Point, shoot, or get shot.
But here's where it takes a turn for the worse. I lost my car. I'm not saying it was stolen. I'm saying I lost it. I rode down too many alleys, in too many circles; I was like a toddler who just spun himself silly. I had no idea where I parked it.
I remembered intersection A and intersection B and they were within two blocks of each other. I circled this same area upwards of 10 times. Several Civics. None with bike racks. More importantly, none that were mine. Must. leave. bread. crumbs....or...dumb ass, use your camera to take a picture before you go wandering off like a child.
There was a good possibility I parked it on a main road and it was almost 3pm. Yes, I was actually hoping my car would be towed. Then I'd be able to find it! My friend wanted to help, but I had nothing to offer. Yeah, I parked it next to a....a curb. Underneath a....a tree. Beside a.....a parking sign. Anything like that you've seen in the city?
Finally I stopped trying to remember and decided to think. I worked my way backwards from Intersections A and B. See I thought I had driven through Intersection A and ridden through B. Putting C (the car) between these two points. It seems I had been on bike through both Intersections A AND B...indeed NOW I remember. C is precisely....YES, there's my car!
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