I had previously left photos of my Walls Are Falling show (burned-edges photos on hunks of fallen mural, wrapped in wire) in the spots where I shot the pix, but the three-dimensional originals looked so sad leaning against my wall. So I rode around with them in my panniers on Mulie and left them right there on the ground. So many people on cell phones just walked by. But some stopped. And, no, I’m not hiding behind a nearby pole like a moron. I deny that.