Urban Bike: Yard Art in a Civil Society

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 reality, or…… Continue reading Urban Bike: Yard Art in a Civil Society

Rust

Walked my bicycle through a rusty landscape. Rusty rails, rusty power poles, rusty vegetation.