the tale of the flying bicycle

I pass by this bicycle every time I walk through the Intervale, but only today did I decide to take a picture of it. I'm not sure if this is some sort of scarecrow watching over the berry bushes or maybe it's some form of art installation I know nothing about. There are a lot of things in Burlington that make me scratch my head, but I figure they are all just some form of art installation that are on an entirely different level, a different plane than my brain. Either way, I think it's cool just the way it is sitting perched up there all day. Now how awesome would it be to get a picture of the bike with me perched on top of it. All in good time.



The Flying Bicycle



Bear has an undying love for tall grass. He races through the reeds at top speed and really just looks like some sort of crazy pack animal from the jungle. Bear is smiling.



I scooped up this little guy off of the bike trail - watch out!



Stoic little frog.



Bear, being a bit overexcited, jumped into the Winooski River. I think he is now realizing how damn cold it is.



Not sure. Fun little flowers and seeds.



Old school. Let's try this in black and white.