Winter riding: at ’cross purposes
Incurable half-wheeler, excellent photographer and all round extremely average friend Jack Luke led me astray on a ’cross ride recently. Jack’s the sort of masochist that shoots sports on medium format, but because I am worth but mere snapshots, he only brought his DSLR this time. All photos in this post are his.
There was mud:
There were leaves:
There were moody rides into the distance:
There may have been a dog:
There was bleak Scottishness:
There was singletrack:
And there was an ironic, but still very cold, river crossing:
The moral of the story is: I may know Jack, but neither does he.