The first day of 2025 I took a bike ride along the New River. The Deadheads were gone from in front of the Broward Center, but diners at the House on the River performed a modern imitation of Renoir’s “Luncheon of the Boating Party.” Then I entered the urban canyon, passing more flaneurs, all the way to the Stranahan House, where a small crowd waited for the water taxi. Boats, people, buildings, trees, bicycles, dogs all beautifully cast in soft winter sunlight.
