Friday afternoon, in the heart of downtown Austin, I was attacked by wild animals. It was my first trip into our central business district since early March. The vibe was weird as I rolled down Sixth Street past the boarded-up bars, few signs of human life other than the folks camped under the interstate and down in the concrete creek, and the cops out on patrol. The windows along the street are all covered with particle board, which in turn has been repurposed as the canvas for the fresh street art incubated in quarantine.
When Jackdaws Attack
When Jackdaws Attack
When Jackdaws Attack
Friday afternoon, in the heart of downtown Austin, I was attacked by wild animals. It was my first trip into our central business district since early March. The vibe was weird as I rolled down Sixth Street past the boarded-up bars, few signs of human life other than the folks camped under the interstate and down in the concrete creek, and the cops out on patrol. The windows along the street are all covered with particle board, which in turn has been repurposed as the canvas for the fresh street art incubated in quarantine.