Last month my wife and I had some time sans kids to get away for our anniversary — a couple days, no plans, just taking it as it came. On a whim, we decided to stop off and ride the old Millersburg Ferry across the river. As the only car on a craft full of motorcycles, I felt a little out of place, but she felt was at home, thinking back to her childhood days of hanging onto the back of her father’s Harley.

In addition to photographing the leader of the one biking trio for a personal project, I grabbed a couple shots of his customized bike for its sheer artistic value. I sent them copies of the pictures I had taken, and maybe one day we will run into each other again…