Since the rocks were still present, I re-built the sculpture. You'd think that it would look the same as the original sculpture, but it doesn't. I'd forgotten what it looked like originally. I already forgot what I did yesterday, so there's no way I'd remember the original look of this sculpture. Hope it stays up for a while. I like the way it presents. The spike adds some pizazz (don't see that word very often) to the piece.
A bike riding philosopher stopped by to comment on the plight of humanity, especially in this country, where it seems, we're going to hell in a hand basket quite rapidly. All this because kids knock over my rock sculptures. He suggested I plant a camera to catch the low-life culprits. Right, then I could confront them and get the shit knocked out of me. No thanks. I'll stick with the Metamucil.