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  • Today I walked to the grocery store and I passed this bike.

    Daisy flowers pushed through the cobblestones and through the spokes of the wheel. I was struck by the imagery. Wheels built for speed held in place long enough for nature to weave her way through and make something beautiful.

    As I was struck by the beauty and snapped ten or fifteen photos, a women stood in the doorway of an apartment complex watching me.

    As I looked up and smiled at her, I said in German " It is so beautiful, the wheel and the flowers."

    She looked at me for a second and said, "That bike is always there, it never moves," and shook her head as she went back to cleaning the stoop.

    Not everyone has the soul of an artist. Some people have the soul of a cleaning lady.

    [photograph by Emmy Horstkamp]
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