One day on bike

bikemural2When I pass this mural in the car, there is nowhere to stop. I tell myself to go back one day on bike, but days pass ( . . . weeks, months, years). Finally, I get there via bike and, finally, I shoot this photo for my Art of Bike Riding series. I can rest a little easier now, knowing that I stood there. Knowing that I really looked at it, really thought about it. I know one day, suddenly, it will be gone. Like all the murals. Like me.