Sunday, August 16, 2009

Brooklyn Ghost Bike

A memorial to a fallen cyclist, now tangled with weeds—at a fleeting glance those looked like tomatoes rising from the sidewalk cracks, though I'm probably wrong. Something moving about this contrast: the ghost bike and its evocation of a sudden, shocking death; the urgency and opportunism of life.

1 comment:

Gerry Gomez Pearlberg said...

Funny, I've meant to post on that for a while. It is cherry tomatoes. Were it not for all the lead, you can be sure I'd be snacking on it.