While waiting at my parent’s bike shop, I whipped out my camera and decided to capture the little things that give the bike shop so much character… A rubber band ball that has been with the bike shop ever since I was little. A vintage water fountain that was left in the building from the previous owners. The contrast of the beautiful cursive lettering against the old stone wall. The simplicity of the old bicycle license plates lined up in a row. The dirt that has accumulated over the years on the white Victorian style curtain that creates a doorway into the back room. An organized line of brushes waiting to be used.
