He jogged past me, stopped a few yards away, and studied the ground. He was biking here a month earlier when his tires slipped out from under him and gave him a tumble and a nasty injury. I was present now as he returned to the spot for the first time since the accident. The ground had a curiously wide slippery surface strip between more typical pavement sections. (You can see it bisecting his shadow in the picture.) An accident there is understandable. He’s back on his feet again — jogging this day rather than biking — but that’s progress. He’s back to his exercise routine. We spoke for a few minutes and then he was off on his run again. I photographed him as started on his way.
(Tacoma, July 2014)