Writing and photography Chris van Ryn
The road is calling. It reaches out towards the sunset, shaping itself to the contours of the sea on one side, while on the other rises a forrested hill. The sky is a vibrant, crisp blue. I sit astride a machine of powerful latent energy, activated by the twist of my wrist. The wind presses against my face, bringin the scent of sea and pine needles and damp earth.