I’ve always been fascinated by this biker bar on East Michigan, all alone on an empty sandlot. It’s the tough building that been in a lot of fights, and none of the other buildings want to be anywhere near it. And it doesn’t care. Still, the outdoor ashtray makes me smile – even at a biker bar they have rules, and one of those rules is that if you want to smoke you do it outside.
Canon 35mm f/1.8 LTM (vintage 1958) on Sony A7R II.