A biker Funeral
aUgust 2025
Funeral escorts are a big part of biker culture.
When one of thier own passes, they turn up in support.
It was a cold and wet day, but there was a good turn out.
I’d photographed Peter a few times and always chatted to him at bike meets.
When I heard his dad had passed after battling cancer, I wanted to show my support.
At first, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to photograph it, that wasn’t my priority.
With Peter’s permission, I brought my camera.
It was important to tread carefully, this was going to be an emotional day.
There was a quiet pause.
I stood back with my camera, giving Peter space, knowing what he was going through.
We set off together, a convoy of bikers lining the road,
each of us riding behind Peter and his DAD.
Pulling into the cemetery, the trees cast shadows that made everything feel darker.
There was a moment, surrounded by trees, where everything paused. You could hear the bikes revving in the distance, first following the hearse, then overtaking it.
It was a powerful display, and I felt privileged to witness it.
I really felt for Peter, he was holding it together as best he could -
as a Son, letting go of his dad.
evanescence - My Immortal played loud over the sound system,
it was a beautiful moment.
I sat at the back watching the funeral unfold. It was second funeral I'd ever been to,
the first was when my dad passed.
“From dust you came and from dust you shall return”
