The Dresden Rider: December 22

In 2015, throughout my travels in Europe, I was bloated with an absurd and laughable confidence in my photographic abilities, I scarcely was able to fit through the decorative doors of the cities I visited. I desperately wanted to capture a moment to testify for all time or an image worthy of a postcard; I know, a self-important and vainglorious pursuit to say the least. Yet, in spite of all that pretense, photography is an endeavor worthy of the attempt for its the act of freezing time that the photographer triumphs. Now in 2017, I'm stripped of my ego and I realize in nearly all of my photos I'm more lucky than good. And here I present my luck,

The Dresden Rider.