As I traveled this week, I spotted a garage that caught my attention.
Serendipity! A new discovery.
I don’t know why this image was so pleasing to my eyes. It certainly was unexpected. It spoke of a creative mind at work. It begs a good story.
Imagine a woman asking her husband to help mount a bike on the front of their garage.
Woman: “Honey? Could you help me outside?”
Husband: “What? Right now?”
Woman: “Yes, now.”
Husband: “What do you need?”
Woman: “I just need a little help.”
Husband: “Doing what?”
Woman: “Ummm. Mounting something.”
Husband: “Mounting what?”
Woman: “One of our bikes.”
Husband: “Oh, alright. Where are we mounting it?”
Woman: “Well…”
I wonder…and maybe that is what made this so interesting to me. Pondering how it came to be.
I am amazed with human imagination. So, what do you think? Is it art or design?
It’s art if it can’t be explained.
It’s fashion if no one asks for an explanation.
It’s design if it doesn’t need explanation.
— Wouter Stokkel
Prairie Wisdom 
I’ll guess design. It was designed so that you don’t notice that they messed up when they didn’t center the garage door in!
That is just what my husband said!
Hey, I just saw myself on your blogroll! Thanks!
Well, you make me laugh daily. In this day and age, a good laugh is something to treasure.
I know just this house. We’ve wondered about it for years. Art I say!
I figured you would recognize it being just across the cemetery from your old home. Love it and it certainly is artsy!
You never know…she may have just done it herself. I know I would!
And I like it!
That was my other thought. When all else fails, do it yourself.
Maybe they woke one morning and it was just THERE.
Now that is intriguing and would make the best story ever…
Great post and visual. A good sense of art….and that reminds me of a story here. At the age of 16, young people get a licence to ride a moped and ALL teens are thrilled about that. One fellow was telling us he was late in for his curfew one time, just 15 minutes, he had been warned and so his dad said nothing but the next morning when he went in the garage to get his bike to go to school, he could not find it. He yelled to his family; his dad came out and directed his attention up. There, bolted to the ceiling was his moped. He never missed a curfew again!
I love parents. So happy I am one and can do these things to my kids now. As an elder, we need no explanation, hilarious!