This one was outside of our hotel, The Sheraton.
It was the only plain one that we saw.
A painted guitar. Why not?
Of course there is a cowboy boot.
A cowboy in the Bricktown district.
How about some reflection art?
I don't know what it is . . .but it's red.
I love this crow eyeing an apple.
Then there is a raised railroad track with a continuous art
project painted between (and through) the cross-street tunnels.
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