My dad started riding a motorcycle a few years ago. He rode a horse as a child and grew up around cowboys and ranchers. We would visit Quesnel on family trips driving the winding canyon roads high above the roaring river. Terrifying. Exhilarating. I loved those drives.

Aesthetics are important to my father, that and quality. He cares for his bike when it's off road and takes time to check carefully before any ride. His bike is beautiful and I'm entranced by the vintage details of the retro speedometer.

I've dabbled with my paint brush on a few too photos I took of his first bike.  It's good to feel connected when I look at the speedometer knowing he glances down at it when he heads south to visit me sometimes. When I look at this, it makes me think of him leaning from side to side taking those canyon turns.

Broken china from the beaches of summer wanderings. Cut outs from vintage Life Magazine. Bits of jewelry chosen for memories. Vintage fabric background not included.