Time-worn and tossed-out bicycles line the split-rail fence along our driveway and although it’s sad to see these bikes growing rustier and older as the seasons pass, I’m glad they have a place to retire where flowers weave through their spokes in the summer and snow dusts their frames in the winter. To me, they become more beautiful as they age. I love their old shattered parts, worn beyond repair, the rust eroding a once shiny frame. I’ve taken pictures of these bikes in every season. I’m particularly fond of this shot — the flower pod and bike both at the end of their season!