Saw this in passing today. A lonely, spindly tripod sitting on the middle of the open space near the Hope Outdoor Gallery (aka: the Graffiti Wall). It wiggled and throbbed and pulsed in the gentle breezes of the hot afternoon. It seemed as though it was about to fall over with no external provocation. Dozens of people walked by it and ignored it. It must be a sad thing to be an ineffectual tripod.
1 comment:
Kirk,
I have been looking at this photo since you posted it. You say it moves? Could this be an alien life form that paints graffiti at night? There seems to be strange goings on there. I hope some developer doesn't destroy the graffiti wall before my next trip to Austin.
Fred
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