He turns back for a second, caught between the bike and the road. Not a pose. More like he heard the city say his name, which is probably giving the city too much credit.

The photograph would lose something if it were cleaner. The cars, the sign, the glare on the helmet, the bicycle cutting into the body: all that noise keeps him in the street. It stops the portrait from behaving.

I like that the light is not kind. It hits the helmet, hardens the face, leaves the background busy. He looks back, but nothing else stops for him.

Ricoh GR IV Monochrome · Lightroom Classic

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