Not exact matches
Each spring, the townspeople erect a wooden
tripod on a
nearby river and take wagers
on when it will fall through the ice.
And I was panicking that I posted no outfit post last week and I didn't want to repeat that this week, so... I got up at the crackadawn
on Saturday and me and the
tripod went down to a little
nearby beach (where I hoped I'd have no witnesses!)
A 3D scanner
on a
tripod positioned four feet away captures Calder's image and translates that data into a digital bust of Calder
on a
nearby computer.