This place is a park. Towns people pay taxes for the upkeep of their parks. This plot is in a city park, but has not been kept up. The grass has gone wild and invasive species run rampant. Of course the tax money is going into places like Battery Park and other forested urban landscapes. This small park that the bike train runs by is not a priority. For this reason many species of plants grow here that would otherwise be considered unnecessary. There would not be small white pines growing between the aspens, or a small red oak growing so close to cottonwoods. The people who are generally seen in the park are dogs owners, walkers, and perhaps a lawn mower twice in a season. This place is as invisible to the casual biker as the little ant are to the common dog owners. I have only noticed these things because I stopped to look. I saw small flowers and ants. I saw the array of plant species, and I saw the view of the lake from the small hill that is a border between the park and the lake.
