I walk down 22nd Street every morning on my way to the dog run.
This morning I noticed that something had backed into a fire department metal something-or-other thingy.
The metal was so twisted that I thought I would take a picture of it --but then, as you know, I'll take a picture of almost anything. So...
on my way home I pass the Meulensteen Gallery and peruse the current exhibition --or, anyway, I look in the window.
Shortly after that, I found a decorated/tattooed pig's trotteron the street. Buster was pretty interested, though I didn't let him get near it. Obviously someone had spent time making it. I have deleted the picture since it was very ugly.
Then I chatted to some construction workers who I don't think are particularly interested in art. (Thank God). The man on the left rescues mastiffs and has rescue chickens and goats near Exit 66.
Just for the fun of it -- a very cool giraffe made at middle school by the daughter of a friend....