The field was replanted this year and some of those flowers have been blooming despite being called failures (and asked what they were going to do with their lives do you have any idea what your father and I were doing at your age).
There was a drone there buzzing about looking for areas that needed to be sculpted and a friendly old dude more than willing to tell you all about it. I liked him and could see cracking open an ice cold sixer of Pabst with him under the only shady picnic bench there.
I thought it was kind of cool, especially since it wasn't hovering outside my apartment window. The drone, not the old guy...forget it.
A photographer named Cassius J. Callender took an intensely creative photo of the field four days ago. Not to be too technical, but he got four different space things in this dazzling shot.
|Two bees for eyes and an open mouth|