Like mankind's evolving isolationism, the abandoned bikes on the streets of New York City are reminiscent of the human characteristics of depression and hopelessness. These neglected installations are as overlooked as the urban homeless. Like prisoners, the bikes have been abused, battered and indefinitely chained to the streets.

I am captivated by these effigies rusted to the temperament of the urban streets, painting a metaphor of the desolation of the disposable homeless. These images have been captured on camera as the driving component of a photo documentary on the human condition in a vast urban setting.

Like mankind's evolving isolationism, the abandoned bikes on the streets of New York City are reminiscent of the human characteristics of depression and hopelessness. These neglected installations are as overlooked as the urban homeless. Like prisoners, the bikes have been abused, battered and indefinitely chained to the streets.

I am captivated by these effigies rusted to the temperament of the urban streets, painting a metaphor of the desolation of the disposable homeless. These images have been captured on camera as the driving component of a photo documentary on the human condition in a vast urban setting.