This orange bike has been a long time mystery to me. It always stood on the same spot for ages, but then sometimes it was gone. And I was really worried. Where did that little bike go? I was so curious on who the owner was, it disappeared from time to time, so it had to belong. But to who? I live in a small town, but I had really no clue. And all the time I was wondering, I thought “I have to take a picture of this little orange bike, maybe someday it will not return and then what?” So one morning, out of the blue, I woke up because the light shone so brightly in my little house, I ran to my window and there it was…snow. So early in the morning I grapped my cam and rushed out to take pictures of this wonder. And at the end of my trip. There it was. Standing where it always stood, like a beacon showing me the way home… My orange little bike. That’s when I took this shot. The sad thing is…about a week later I finally saw the guy who owned that little bike and I never saw it again….