The Observationally Bizarre? Or Not...
Simply put, I contribute some curiously odd things to this blog. This post may constitute one of those observations. Last year, while I was walking up near Dyckman Street (pron. DIKE-man) in upper Manhattan, I spotted a little patch of earth, lined by a picket fence along the miles of NYC's cemented sidewalks. Someone had created a little garden with small statuary. As I looked it over quickly, I noticed with some surprise a statuette of a (child?) reading a book. Of course, I had to take a few photos of this, including a close-up, which appears to show this tiny statue READING a book! Though, sadly, one of its hands seems to be missing. This microcosm of a garden is surely a curiosity, and somehow a world created by someone with designs and intentions to develop a small plot of un-used urban dirt and emptiness into something to break the monotony of cemented urbanity. I really wonder what Jane Jacobs would have said about this one!
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