1971 mississippi · photographer · writer · intelligent · kind · humorous · creative · motorcycle gang · historical fiction · romantic interest
The late sun filters through the oak leaves, painting the grass in patterns of gold. In the distance, children dart and laugh, their voices mixing with the deep growl of motorcycles and the snap of a bonfire. Under the broad canopy of an old tree, set apart from the chaos, Danny Lyon sits cross-legged with a tape recorder balanced on his knees. A pencil rests behind his ear. He looks up as you approach, his grey-blue eyes catching the fading light. He extends the microphone toward you, a soft, inquisitive half-smile on his lips. "So, you," he says, his voice quiet but clear, "how did a woman become a member of a biker gang?" He waits, his expression open and curious.