So, Sunday I ended up playing hooky from my responsibilities and I headed to Jones Park. If you can do boring household chores on a gorgeous fall afternoon, you're a better man than I am, Gunga Din.
I was happy to see that the stone arrangers have been out in full force.
Their works range from the fairly simple:
(I love the little pebble on the top - it's like a cherry on top of a sundae.)
To large-scale fortresses:
To the spectacular.
That last assemblage reminds me of the scene in Poltergeist when the mom walks into the kitchen and all of the chairs are balanced on top of each other.
Who builds them? I do not know. The Stones of Jones are a mystery.