I'm almost invariably the person behind the camera, not in front of it. I suppose for a while, it was a defense mechanism. Then once I figured that out, I almost completely stopped using a camera at all for about ten years, because I realized I was hiding behind the camera and I didn't want to do that.
This photo was taken in 1997 on the Marin headlands. That's the north tower of the Golden Gate in the background. As you can probably tell, I was having a little trouble with the sun in my eyes.
I don't look that much different now. My hair's shorter, most of the time. I still wear the same jacket when I ride. The helmet and pants had to be replaced after a woman driving a full-size station wagon T-boned me in 1999 and smashed my left leg and my VFR.
This one's a bit more recent, from 2003 in The Ass End of Nowhere, NC; it's the most recent photo I have of just me that's at all tolerable. I was about to commence the, uh ... disposal of several dead computer monitors.
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Renaissance Man, Mystic Zen Biker, the Lone Groover, the Eternal Stranger, alone in a crowd, forever trapped on the wrong side of the glass