Wildlife photographer Paul Goldstein first saw this unusually colored zebra a couple years ago at a camp he runs in Kenya and has been keeping an eye on it ever since. The animal travels alone rather than with a herd like most zebras and he always seems pissed off.
A Black Zebra with White Stripes :D
She literally got a drink of water and then walked over to my boots and spit the water in them.
CITY: San Francisco, CA
SMELL: The savory upmarket scent of organic burger places vying valiantly but stereotypically with decades of human piss
THE PLACE: Street Art tour with Russell H.
THE WAY: Art and anarchy are both relevant to my interests, and San Francisco has its share of both. Russell was technically busy, but kindly agreed to meet with us over his lunch hour after he discovered that I had spray-painted my car for fun and profit. Moments before we met, he texted me: “on the way. wearing eggplant colores pants.” [sic] He was.
PEOPLE: A stencil artist himself, Russell was passionate about street art. He described it as a conversation. I can see his point. In fact, I can see how many of my conversations would be improved by responding with a can of spray paint. Russell led us around Soma and the Tenderloin, lowering his voice as we walked toward what he described as the last bastions of San Francisco’s Skid Row. “Don’t look at anyone’s hands,” he warned, which of course made me look at everyone’s hands.* We parted ways in front of the Luggage Store, which says on its website P.S. WE DON’T SELL LUGGAGE. They do not sell luggage. Russell wished us well in the Camaro. “While you have those windows rolled down,” he advised, “remember to look out of them.”
*spoiler alert I did not die