This is what Jacob and I look like cycling around Amsterdam. Just a tad scary don’t you think? Of course what matters here is the sub-textpicture. Just out of sight of the camera rages an intense battle over the handle-bars and steering-rights. Fingernails and fists and crying “My mummy beats me” in baby-language have been resorted to by he-who-shall-remain-nameless. (On your left in the photo.)
By the expression on his face I suspect I’ve captured him at a moment when he was busy with strategy. Me? I’m wrestling for control of the handle-bars, negotiating the chicane through the permanent road works, got one-eye on the traffic lights, the other on the trams, and I’m taking a photo. And people wonder why I find being at work so relaxing?
postcards from the north 