Concrete Jungle

I found a lost valley of 1960’s Miller-Melberg Concrete Playground Sculptures. A thrilling wildlife tableau unfolded.

The Big Red Concrete Cheese felt threatened by an approaching Concrete Turtle

Refused help from a nearby Concrete DNA, the Cheese Stands Alone and affronted

TheConcrete DNA really felt pretty twisted up about it secretly

Meanwhile the world’s most minimalist Concrete Horsies stood around pretending nothing was happening

The Concrete Cheese needn’t have worried: The Concrete Turtle was having an existential crisis and felt rooted in place by ennui

Ultimately, the Concrete DNA reached a point of acceptance

Update: Miller-Melberg playground sculptures

Update # 2: a Miller-Melberg Turtle accosted me in Grand Haven, Michigan last week: