Pixel Darkroom Photography

I believe I still remember my own tricycle. It was a front wheel drive (sic!) it had an iron front wheel. At some point the wheel started to wobble and I kinda lost traction with it. I realized also that you couldn’t break well with a tricycle and thus should stay away from steep hills or valleys. I remember a story from my father’s own childhood, the way he told it to us. Someone dared him to go down a steep hill. He asked, “who? ME!?” [doesn't dare go down?] So he went. He can’t remember who got to the bottom first, the tricycle or him. I guess it was a first lesson in modesty and pride.

Shot on manual mode with an old Canon Rebel and a cheap stock lens.