As a drifting toad, flows majestically throughout the midnight city..,. While passing science world, a toad came across some stacked rocks, not unusual to see nowadays..
Trouble with stacking rocks, there are those whom love knocking them down..
i do wonder what goes through one’s mind, as they are knocking down the stacked rocks?
Possible, i should knock down some myself, nonetheless i don’t believe the answer would come within the right emotion..
Please enjoy a labour of love, Stacking Rocks!
toad (chris jensen) thisoldtoad