Rides are interesting, eh? 

What you get out of them.

What you put into them.

The way you ride. 

Where you ride. 

What you see. 

What you choose to ride. 

The things you notice. 

The things you ride past daily. 

The things you ride past daily and then notice for the first time. 

Not necessarily the whole object, but something within that object you have never picked up on before. 

My city is full of art installations. 

It is hard to find one that is not a masterpiece. 

Some are hidden, almost like you are the first to come upon it. 

Others are front-row centre. 

There is one that changed the way I look at art. 

I have ridden past it countless times. 

It is in the middle of nowhere. 

I have always admired it. 

The size. 

The material. 

How it stands alone.

Its simplicity?

But something happened the other day. 

I noticed something. 

I was kind of embarrassed. 

How could I ride past it so many times and not notice this aspect of it? 

I attributed it to the time of day, sun, shadows, headspace. 

I continued my ride and concluded that I should not be embarrassed. 

Perhaps you are not supposed to see everything at once when you look at art. 

Each time you ‘return,’ there is something new. 

It made me look at art in a whole different way. 

And if I can get that out of a bike ride, then keep riding mon ami. 

‘State of the Art’ 

Insert easel emoji here. 

‘There is another way to ride.’ 

…psssst, look at the ‘reflection’ in the sculpture, the letters are reversed as they would appear.