FOREST RUN
When I ride my bike through Bunker Hills, there's this one stretch where you feel like you've been transplanted into a magical forest. This is that part. Every time I ride through here, I want to capture a photo of how beautiful it feels, and it just never seems to look the way it feels. This is one reason I changed it to black and white.
I took about seven frames, and right as I was about to snap the last one, this guy ran through. I actually liked him being in the photo. I think it adds more interest to the shot.
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