173 ST. Between BOSTON RD and CROTONA PARK EAST
I was drawn to this young tree because it already had a tie around it’s trunk. There appeared to be a history of damage- a barkless scar where there once was a limb- and the little plastic ribbon around the tree made me think of a futile bandage. It was a newly planted city tree growing from a good sized tree bed, and surrounded by mulch, and probably did not urgently need to be serviced.
I got to work anyhow. Who knows what I’ll find?
As I was working, an elderly gentleman passed by. He was dressed in very well kept sporty clothes from head to toe. He walked passed slowly, and turned around to have a second look at what I was doing. I could sense someone’s eyes on me, so I looked up and greeted the gentleman.
There was a long silent pause. He never once removed his gaze from my smiling countenance , and after what seemed like an eternity, without a reciprocating smile or a nod, he stoically turned his back to me and continued to walk up the hill.
I was uncertain how to interpret the interaction, and felt just a little melancholy as I returned to the work at hand. As I did so, the Icy Peddler I’d moments ago seen, rolled his pushcart in the street up the hill toward Crotona Park. A very curious loneliness was left in his wake.