|Improperly disposed fishing line|
An art installation at the Point:
A new mural along the Allegheny has just started:
The Lilac Monster and Ruby but I've not yet had one taken with Fizz. Denied. They aren't doing the photos at the Art Festival this year, I was told to try at OpenStreets later this month. I'd even gussied Fizz up by selecting a certain pannier and cleaning her frame and wheels. *sigh*
Off I went to search out berries.
I was riding by a parking lot attendant at the Carnegie Science Center and as I approached, she called out to me: "Are these edible?" and pointed to the shrubbery at the entrance to the parking lot.
A: I suppose I look like someone who knows about edible plants and wild fruits? Cool.
B: OMG! Look at all these Juneberry shrubs!
I spent a good 20 minutes picking berries, loading them into a ziploc bag and making conversation with the attendant.
|Juneberry shrubs line each side of the entrance, roughly 10 bushes total: all producing large volumes of fruit.|
|A mulberry bush I raided|
|My haul. I wound up eating as many as I picked.|
On the way back through town I was trying to get from the Blvd of the Allies over to the Clemente Bridge and avoid the traffic and sea of humans attending the Festival and a Taylor Swift concert. No such luck: I walked my bike all the way from Market Square to the 6th Street bike lane via walking the bike on the sidewalks. The streets were so jammed with cars that it was just faster and safer to walk.
|Walking, walking, walking|
Cyclist, repair thyself!