Taking my time going down back roads and 1/2 streets downtown i find this truck parked on the side of the road. I break out my Asahi and go to grab a shot while an old woman in knit, everything, walks over to me with her dog speaking Swedish. She thought i was the Metro because my cycle jersey is the same color as the po-po’s. 

She proceeded to tell me her coming to america story and all about the neighbor’s dog  Venus. 

It was a lovely run in. 

Amor Fati. 

I love broken cameras and heat warped B&W film