Normal bike lane shot. We’ll call this the gold standard. A little less detailed:

A more detached feel; could use some brushing up.

I guess this guy just didn’t want to use the whole canvas. There’s something to be said about negative space.

Apparently, this part of Georgia has a lot of rice paddies. They were very specific on who could ride in this lane, so I swung into town to at least try and find a sombrero.

This lane was reserved for bikers wearing parachute pants. Either that, or it was designated for pregnant, bald women who love to play horseshoes.

Afro’s are really making a come back:

There’s a really strong old school hip-hop scene on the East Coast.

More abstract feel; touch of surrealism.