skreets alive, peachtree!

 the entire "streets alive!" exercise is a little sad in a way, since it implicitly recognizes that much of peachtree (and other streets) are dead much of the time --- poor atlanner --- but an excellent stroll with cousin boo and, for part of the time, the dog

i have been told that this is mr. biggie smalls, on paper glued to the plywood, which covers a broken window


update: i've been informed that this and the sidewalk hearts are the work of "UnCasso, uncuttart, pyh 423"

they were dancing in woodruff park, with the dude in the blue suit, yellow shirt and yellow shoes winning the fashion-forward award hands down