It's refreshing that in the controlled and concrete fields of NYC playgrounds one can still find dirt. I took Roan to Underwood Park which is a huge three part playground rife with multitiered climbing frames and herds of swings. It's one of the best in the hood, but incredibly the choice spot of the day was a side patch of worn grass to which all the kids were drawn.
They all worked in tandem with studied concentration for longer than I have ever seen with Roan before. The parents all stood around in amusement and horror at the extreme laundering we knew was in our futures.
|Roan actually in the hole|
As Sam said later, Roan looked like something out of a Walker Evans - Farm Security Administration portrait from the dust bowl. Minus the robots.