I was telling someone about one of our epic rides last year…specifically the one where my motorcycle didn’t make it back to Canada under its own power. I had been relaying how, as we rode from BC, to Washington, through Idaho, and into Montana….the demographics became severely limited to the pale end of the colour spectrum.
And that has absolutely nothing to do with the photo.
I was sorting through some art supplies and getting rid of some things that I played with but never really connected with, like these watercolour pencils, and my new Lensbaby is still on the camera, and the camera was right there, so I took the photo….and then the post title came to mind…and then I thought back to how colourless Montana was, with respect to racial diversity.
But it still sticks with me how really weird, and uncomfortable, it was to be somewhere so very, very ….”white”.
Despite the near-constant imbalances, diversity is always preferable to uniformity.
Also, I’ve been flirting with a cold for the past few days, but it’s only really danced around on the fringes of a game of hide and seek…which is just fine by me, so I was feeling a bit fuzzy today….and the ephemeral feeling that the Lensbaby gives when stopped right down seemed a bit apropos.