I see things from my bicycle I don’t see from a bus or car. It might be an old guy on his bicycle, stovepipe hat, bushy beard, archaic black clothes, a character from a Dickens novel. Or a bearded guy cycling the Midtown Greenway in a girlie dress. They seek attention, or inhabit an alternate… Continue reading Urban Bike: Yard Art in a Civil Society
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Wry Sentiments
Wry sentiments on my cycle ride today.
Yard Art in a Civil Society
Posted Urban Bike: Yard Art in a Civil Society.
Repurposed Mills
Cycled past repurposed mills.
Hita Station
I can add Hita train station, northern Kyushu, Japan, to my “delighted” list. By any standards, it’s a small station. A single train track enters town, and a single track leaves town. At Hita station, the track fans out into multiple tracks, more than enough to handle the three platforms and the boarding of an… Continue reading Hita Station
World-Class Style
Posted World-class style in a small-town train station.
The Apollo
Our chilly walk around Harlem took us past this sacred spot. Ella won amateur night here in 1934.
Spoonbridge Skaters
[Lazy writers insert “Iconic” here] Spoonbridge. Skaters were packing up as I walked past today.
Baroque Music in a Catholic Chapel
Baroque music in a Catholic chapel. It took me some time to realize an old monk standing in an alcove was a statue.
Guerrilla Art?
Paused at some (presumably) guerrilla art on my walk round Lake of the Isles today.