Apples On Broadway

On an island, at the busy intersection of 63rd Street and Dante Park, stands an unsteadily steady pile of green apples that appear to have tumbled out of a giant cart, somewhere along Broadway. A lone raven sits on its peak, as if zealously guarding it from greedy onlookers.

I walk past this off-beat bronze sculpture by Peter Woytuk titled the " The Falling Apples," on my way to work. 

Could we instill more dynamism into this fruity piece, I thought? Convert each apple into little spherical fountains that would release sprays of synthetic cider, infusing the surrounding air with a warm, holiday scent.