Shooting at sunset through the front window of a moving bus bound for Marrakesh, I saw these lonely gates flanking the highway well before we got to them. These gates represent the entrance to another county. Four cyclists were riding between these gates just as I shot. The image is bound together by a wrapping of telephone lines. The image works because of the degree of abstraction – in this case I exposed for the golden sky and let the gates, ground, riders and poles all go into blackness.