Yesterday I sat back on my heels and took photographs of a bicycle chained to a street post, slowly dissolving in rust and thievery. I walked through midtown with happy happy music in my ears and watched the easy comraderie of the livery drivers lined up and waiting for their charges, stretching and chatting in the fading light. I saw green leaves brilliantly backlit from spot light that snapped on, exposing the forms and veins as surely as an x-ray.