If a picture really is worth a thousand words, this one speaks volumes:

The mortal remains of two bikes, tossed out with the rubbish. Isn’t it wonderful that we Americans can afford to throw things away, rather than fixing them? But for how much longer…?

We love our bikes, right? And we never tire of looking at them. At least I don’t, and if I’m to judge from what others tell me, I’m not alone. So each Monday I’ll publish a bike-related picture. Most of the time it will be a photo, but don’t be surprised if a few drawings and paintings get added to the mix from time to time. I might even include a sculpture or two. (OK. A photo of a sculpture.) Anything, in short, that evokes the world on two wheels. And don’t be shy. If you have a picture you’d like to share, just email it to me. I’ll do the rest.

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I’ve been taking every chance I get to spend time out-of-doors. While enjoying a last paddle on a nearby pond, I found unmistakable evidence that a beaver had been at work: a neatly-trimmed, gleaming white billet, hewn from the trunk of a small aspen. The longer I looked at the toothmarks that covered its surface, however, the more questions I had. The marks seemed much too regular for random gnawing, and I was almost certain that there was more here than met the eye. In the end, I took my find to an expert who’d worked on decoding Linear B. Here’s what he discovered.…

Dear Tamia [the message began],

There’s no doubt about it, is there? Winter’s on its way. The days are shorter. The water’s colder. The leaves have fallen from the maples, aspens, and birches. Even the tamaracks have lost their needles. Soon you’ll be putting your canoe away.

Sorry. I forgot my manners. My name’s Morgan. I imagine you’ll be getting your snowshoes out of the closet any day now. Me? I’m keeping busy. In fact, I’m as busy as a beaver… Read more…

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Rain lashed down and a blustery wind stripped the few remaining leaves from the trees. Then, in a matter of minutes, the wind died away, the rain stopped, and an eerie quiet prevailed. Oh, yes, the sky also turned orange. An unearthly, coppery orange. Has All Hallows Eve come early?

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