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