I remember looking to over the salt flats in Bolivia as they stretched on for miles. I was standing in a place where the locals harvested the salt. Mounds of white were built up around me and small heated geysers we're bubbling from the ground. I saw this loan bike sitting against a salt pile and I felt like it depicted the loneliness and desolation of the flats. It looked so striking against the white salt and it seemed almost abandoned, calling for someone to hop on and pedal across the barren land.
The Uyuni salt flats reminded me of the beauty this world has to offer those who wander.