Austin thus far, in no coherent order:
Barton Springs.
Downtown.
the very top of a sign advertising I forget what.
sCongress St.
sexy, mysterious Texan cloud action. seriously. cirrus-ly.
Barton Springs. the water was so cold it made me dizzy. I'm a sweater, not a shiverer.
stupid gringo without sunscreen.
"this looks like a butthole" my friend said cheerfully.
crane country.
outside of the city, Texas is kinda what I expected. there are large grassy fields and car lots and huge churches and beige-colored subdivisions surrounded by tall fuck-you fences.
the sign swiveled compellingly from a post impaling her abdomen.
a wall of voodoo. I've seen two fabulous storms so far.
practicing that car-salesman smile.
fucking delicious Thai tea ice cream. it was vegan and gluten free, but I liked it anyway.
the Capitol.
the off-brand, tiny version. the Staute of Lirbetry, if you will.
a random sassy Texan.
6th Ave.
also possibly on 6th.
there are some good murals and store frontage in these parts. being in Austin reminds me of how comparably lackluster Seattle's overall color palette really is.
this reminds me of the Muppets.
saucy grackles, the ravens of the south! this is the best one I could get of this guy.
bitchin' neon on sCongress St.
fucking breakfast tacos, oh my god. why are these not incredibly popular everywhere?
there's a story there.
more to follow.
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