Finding bits of happiness along the bike trail:
A cunning fish!
Vandalism . . .
. . . and Art Installation
. . . of Found Objects
I would have liked to have known who was responsible for The Shed! It was boarded up — and presumably all the found objects inside it was removed — within the week. The Shed is along the railroads, in an area used by the homeless as “hang out” spot.
A morning bike ride along our not-so-mighty but very scenic river, and this:
One of the privileges of being a stoker on the tandem is that I can look around and enjoy the scenery, or on this particular day, look down. A little girl in Arizona with Ewing’s sarcoma, a distillation of hope and courage in a small painted rock. I brought it home, and as I was meant to do, I took a picture. As I was also meant to do but didn’t, I did not post the picture (I am not on social media) not did I hide the rock again. It is on its way to a dear friend in Texas who knows a thing or two about battling cancer. She assures me the rock will continue its journey, and a little girl will too.