By now, you're most likely familiar with Marcel Duchamp's "Bicycle Wheel."
Keep in mind that it dates back at least half a century.
If he were to assemble a similar kind of work today, would it look something like this?:
Riding along the Hudson Greenway, I saw something from the corner of my eye. No, it wasn't a creature in the river. As a Norwegian Cruise Lines ship ploughed through the choppy water, I spotted this equally-formidable vehicle across West Street:
Of course, I just had to take a look. The handlebars on that bike came almost to my neck. As it was locked to a railing, and its owner nowhere in sight, I could only wonder how one mounted, much less rode, it.
We're often advised to "stop and smell the roses."
Well, I stopped for flowers of some sort, but they weren't exactly roses. I didn't mind: They were flowers I'd never seen before.
I've seen other plants with buds that were bigger than those flowers. Still, I assure you that they are indeed flowers, petals and all.
My cell phone camera didn't quite capture what I saw: a kind of pointillist scrim of purple in the garden of St. Luke in the Fields. I have no idea of what they're called, but whatever their name, they made me happier today.
