I'm going to buy a new bike. But now I'm worried about all the elk in my neighborhood stealing my new bike.
From BBC News - "A hungry elk already known to raid rose bushes has stolen a bicycle from a garden in Sweden. Bjoern and Monica Helamb, of Vuoggatjalme, said the elk had regularly visited their garden to eat their roses over the last decade.
Fed up with the intrusion, and blooming destruction, the couple decided to take action.
They placed a bicycle in front of the flowers as their front line of defence. .....
The elk, dubbed Droopy Ear, leaned through the bike frame to get to the roses and ate away as usual.
"Then she disappeared, with the bike hanging around her neck," Mr Helamb said."
Your new swedish bicycle is in danger. Beware the elk.
I ran into the photographs of Patrick O'Hare on a recent visit to PS1 in Queens. I've seem severals attempts to reconcile the strange collision of american construction and the broad grandeur of nature. But rarely have these two divergent elements been so elegantly married. The photographs of O'Hare bring us right to the border, right to the weird, fuzzy edge of man's ambition and nature's abandon. O'Hare's photos feel like the eyes of a modern Walt Whitman, a romantic, yet boldly unflinching view of what America has wrought. View more photographs at patrickohare.com.