I love this photo. It is the epitome of my summers in the west of Ireland, spent exploring small boreens and never knowing where I will end up. (though never getting lost as the twelve pins are always there somewhere in the background). Here is a type of Haiku, not completely true to form. An Irish Haiku maybe;
Brown turf heaped messily
the yellow bicycle resting
and look beyond!
tidy mountains and a certain summer sky.