The intersections of Sixth Street in downtown Austin change from day to day, hour to hour. Different characters, different conversations, different cultures. Somebody’s always talking about something, knowing that somebody will stop and listen.
Motorcycle rider, Republic of Texas Biker Rally: Sixth Street, Austin, Texas
Sixth Street, Austin, Texas
Souped-up Harley-Davidsons are really cool. And really, really loud, as this young girl demonstrates during recent Republic of Texas Biker Rally festivities on Austin’s Sixth Street.
A Harley-Davidson owner, ready to ride into Saturday night as part of Republic of Texas Biker Rally festivities on Sixth Street in Austin, Texas.
One recent evening on Austin’s Sixth Street, this young homeless man and I locked eyes. He wordlessly allowed the taking of his photograph and then commented on my T-shirt: forest green, with a design of generic leaves that could be from any tree. At least that’s what I thought it represented. Your shirt has pot leaves, he said, catching me off guard. I looked down at my shirt. Did it? I laughed. Sure had never seen it that way. Things aren’t always what they seem, I guess. This is what I love about Sixth Street. Conversations you don’t see coming.
Night action is a blur around a man named Alexander at the northeast corner of Sixth and Brazos streets in downtown Austin. For much of a recent evening, Alexander belted out what he called a bastardized version of “O Brother, Where Art Thou?” for any passerby who would listen.
The Light of the Road 