The photographer James Griffioen has been documenting the beautiful waste that is Detroit: abandoned homes and workplaces being reclaimed by vegetation.
This photo in particular reminded me of Sarah Teasdale's poem, "There will come soft rain":
| Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, | |
| If mankind perished utterly. | |
| And Spring herself when she woke at dawn, | |
| Would scarcely know that we were gone. |
What has this got to do with biking? Nothing. Oh wait, there's a biker in one of the photos.
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