Austin, Texas
March, 2012

Sometimes the people on Shoal Creek Boulevard walked, sometimes they flew. Sometimes they sped around and around the block on bicycles. Some were skateboarders and some wore skates. Some of the very young rode like royalty in their cozy strollers, some found their zone on motorcycles.

Like when speeding up or slowing down the spin of a reel of film, some things were visible to them only at certain speeds. When moving at a meditative crawl, the view was different than what they saw in the fascinating blur of high speeds.

Then, too, there were birds and insects flying about at visible speeds, and there were birds and insects that seemed to show up and disappear in a blink.