« Comments on "ESL Instruct" - December | Main | Industry Events - Third International Congress on English Grammar »

January 07, 2006

Travel Photography: 'Polish Bicycle I' © 2006 Lee Hobbs

Polish Bicycle I - Photograph © 2006 Lee Hobbs
Photograph: "Polish Bicycle" © 2006 Lee Hobbs

"The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets." ~ Christopher Morley

Caption: The reliable old "rover" of an elderly, Krakovian gentleman, chained to the drainage pipes of a traditional bakery on Kazimierz Street (1998) . . .

Happy Traveling,


Please leave comments for this photograph below.

*To see other entries with samples of Lee Hobbs's travel photography, please visit the compilation available HERE.


Note: In my photography projects, I presently use the following combinations of digital cameras: the FujiFilm FinePix S5000 3.1MP Digital Camera with 10x Optical Zoom, the LG VX9800 EV-DO Camera-Phone from Verizon Wireless, the Motorola Razr V3c from Verizon Wireless and - finally - the Intel Pocket PC Camera.

I also use Paint Shop Pro 8 from Jasc, Inc. on a Windows XP based-PC for digital re-touching and special effects.

Posted by lhobbs at January 7, 2006 12:08 PM

Readers' Comments:



This photo reminds of when I lived in Beijing most of 1999.

I had a one speed bike much like the bike in the photo. It had a black basket on the front and a small rack on the back.

The black basket was perfect for small groceries or random shopping. The rack on the back was the size of a book rack in America, but was a passenger seat in China. I could take my students anywhere through tight streets and twisty alleys through the Hutongs.

I figure I was on my bike, at minimum, 2-3 hours each day.

And yes, I did feel poetic and free...

I miss my bike almost most of all.


Posted by: Morf at January 9, 2006 04:03 PM

Note from Lee:

Morf, your remarks about poetry and cycling remind me of something author Flann O'Brien once said in The Third Policeman about Irishmen and bicycles (wish I could remember exactly what it was now!).

Which also leads me to recall an Irish joke I came across here.

"Cathal is at the pub when it closes, so he buys a pint a whiskey for the trip home and tucks it into his hip pocket.

He is riding his bicycle home through the dark night when he hits a pothole and goes flying over the handlebars.

As he lies there, slightly stunned, he feels something wet and sticky against his hip.

'Oh, please God, let it be blood!' "

Thanks for the comment!

Posted by: Lee at January 13, 2006 04:57 PM

My Blog

Creative Commons License
This weblog is licensed under a Creative Commons License. Some rights reserved. 2006.