Flower Pedals

Walking early mornings in the squares located in downtown Savannah, you often are lucky to find wonderful historic sites that include enigmatic yet accidental sights that are naturally romantic, charming and rustic. Recently, Luba caught a glimpse of this modest old bicycle leaning on a rustic fence. Held on its front panel—as if by a magical binding force—was a small basket of freshly cut flowers. Who left this bike unattended? To whom were these flowers to be given? Luba never did find answers to such questions; but she did have time to record in oil this timeless memory.