K and I went for one last stroll through the city a warm evening before the beginning of his exam period. I took my camera with me, like always. I don’t really know why, but I was photographing every old bike, Vespa scooter or floral anything we passed along our walk. I shot these photos with free handed, not really looking at what was in focus or minding the composition. I was in a mood to do random things that night. Some of these really came out nicely, I think. As I was editing them I kinda felt like faking an old film-effect. Again very random as I usually prefer my images sharp, with bright colors and clear light. Looking at these photos in a post, I really miss my own bike. My dad was going to replace the tires, but as my bike is over 25 years old, it’s really hard to find tires that have the right size. My bike has been standing upside down in our garden for the past two and a bit years and it’s overgrown by weeds and covered in spider webs. Maybe one day.