Bike lights.
Each week a group of people gather in Breckenridge to ride around, carouse, laugh, dress up, break the monotony and generally liven up Main Street. Yeah, the dirty fucking hipsters are there on their fixies doing half-block skids, but the real joy comes from the true fringes in a group like this--the old and the young and those riding a bike for joy not for style. And, hopefully without too much drama from either side, it gives a speed check to the harried grocery store warriors and too focused landmarks hawks with their Texas-plates who cannot understand how to work the roundabout at the end of town even without a swirling circle of 30 toga clothed warriors making two or three laps before being spit back up Main Street. Check out the Breckenridge Cruisers FB group...HERE...for info on themes and schedules.
To interject a little philosophy before we get to the pictures, I could have kept this post to 2 or 5 photos. We started Toga Night in the rain at twilight--flat and terrible for what I cherish in my photos (especially after being drilled on finding special light by Frank in Santa Fe the previous week). But I'm posting the early shots and generally not editing enough so perhaps you can appreciate how things progress in any shoot from the early nervousness. To a moment Dan Allen raises his phone to his face perfectly lighting it. To riding one-handed in the dark while shooting blurry but fulfilled images by the headlights of passing cars. Imperfect. Cold. Fun. Real. Perfect.
Pre-game (failed) attempt to wait for showers to pass
Michael chooses the themes, brings the tunes and generally keeps things going.
Roundabout.
Fire pit lap #1.
Fire pit lap #2.
Toga crew.
Hearts painting.
Serious face Bryn.
No one's FB'ed me?
Second lap down Main--after dark.
Perfectly imperfect.
Sparkles.
