I've been riding motorcycles off and on since I was a lanky 15-year old in southeastern Massachusetts. Thirty years later, I'm fortunate enough to be riding again and living in north Florida where we are able to ride year 'round. Over the last four years or so since I've re-entered motorcycling, I've explored interesting out-of-the-way places in my own backyard and beyond. Gradually, I started taking my camera on these trips and photographing places, and sometimes people, that had a certain soulful, authentic character about them. Simple weekend trips started evolving into adventures that stretched my skills - both technical and social - as I ventured far afield to such places as the Natchez Trace in Mississippi and the ancient villages of the Serra D'Estrella mountains of central Portugal.
Traveling on two wheels is worlds different than traveling by car. For one, exposure to the elements is relentless. You feel temperature changes as the topography rises and dips from ridge to valley. You also smell the changes in the landscape from forest to coastline. And people will actually wave hello to you as you pass them. This has never happened to me in a "cage", motorcyclist slang for a car. Traveling by motorcycle is one of those things I think if done thoughtfully and with awareness is a tremendously humanizing experience. It awakens my senses, teaches me a few things about myself and life, and reveals mysteries of nature literally at every turn. I think I've caught on, as Robert Pirsig did when he wrote in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, that "there are things you learn as you go."