Gas Station Sheep

 I spent time before the conference today walking around Chelsea and exploring the High Line, an old raised railway now turned into a park. Here's a picture I took of a guy about to take a photograph of his wife. How do you think this guy would feel to know that now he's on my blog? I have better shots of the High Line but I like this one best, for some reason.

 Walking back to our hotel, I saw a woman taking a picture of a convenience store. "God, tourists," I thought to myself. "Impressed by a NYC gas station." But then I saw it myself, and next thing I knew, I was taking a picture, too.

The thing that interests me the most here is the man inside the fence wearing a suit. I don't know why he's there or why this gas station-turned-weird-fake-sheep-park needs a dressed-up bouncer. 

I looked it up later -- apparently it's an art installation: "Set in a surrealist landscape amidst the existing industrial gas station architecture, the sheep symbolize Lalanne’s mission to demystify art and capture its joie de vivre."