No Words.

'Forever Bicycles' – Ai Weiwei

Anti-Inflammatory, Please.

Austin, TX – A sting followed another.

Then, a general burn.

Individually, I could barely see them, but a blanket across my arms began to move like a hazy vision. Wandering through the beautiful University of Texas at Austin campus, I suddenly found myself covered by tiny red ants.

Fire.

Fire ants.

Apparently, they're a huge issue down here. It turns out I shouldn’t have put my bag down into the foliage to remove my shirt as it warmed.

Hook ‘em, ants?

Rock the Taco.

The nosh pit.

Austin, TX – Having ambled across the highway, we’ve arrived at an empty bar, blacked-out behind wall-to-wall curtains. A shaft of daylight from the front door creates the spotlight.

Sparse, fold-away tables make hyphens across the empty dance floor as a pair of golden balloons flutter lazily from the stage. It’s only 5 p.m.

Outside bar hours, it seems the North Door becomes a makeshift dining room for Pueblo Viejo’s customers. After a long conference day not eating, I welcome the paper baskets dressed by double-wrapped tacos al pastor, smoky refried beans, chips and guacamole.

It’s a performance for the ages.