the bicycle

One of the other things I did on Monday, besides laundry, was go on a 14 mile bike ride. My intention was just to ride up to the GWB, but then I got there and thought, “Why not make it around the entire north side of the island…so I just kept going. One of my favorite things about living in New York is the bridges, so I love that my bike lets me get so close to them (or at least this one) so quickly.

Ignore the fact that the Hudson is completely brown (apparently hurricanes can do that to rivers), but don’t miss the American flag hanging on the far side. With the 10th anniversary of 9/11 coming up on Sunday, it just made my heart smile to see our lovely flag hanging there.

Isn’t she lovely?

After I took these two pictures, I just kept riding…and riding…and it was lovely. So, in case you were wondering if I’m using my bike that required a big financial decision, the answer is yes. Totally worth it.

One thought on “the bicycle

  1. Forgive me, I know only little English, but am interested in the existential dilemmas. Recently I became interested in photography of existential dilemmas. The inevitability of death, freedom and responsibility, existential isolation, and finally meaninglessness. How to recognize them in the image? This post is one of the answers. I associate these images with existential isolation. I lead polish Psychology and Psychotherapy blog and I want to develop this topic soon. For me the dilemmas are indeed a shocking truth about our situation in the world. I owe a lot Irvin Yalom, existential psychotherapist, whose books I recommend to you.

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