Relative Something

If you ever drive south on Hwy 63 toward Ellsworth, WI, you can see this view to your left a few miles before reaching town.

Don’t ask me why there is a line of what appear to be derelict trucks of various styles and sizes jutting into the middle of that farm field. While hoping this weird display of someone’s creative statement isn’t an expensive thing to pull off, I imagined the “artist” must be well-known in the area for the project, as I pedaled past the crazy spectacle yesterday.

With that in mind, I guessed people must be in the habit of volunteering to donate rusting relics to the person as a way to have them removed from their property. Once people learn you collect rusted junk trucks, I suspect you find out there is an endless supply available, whether you want them or not.

But that doesn’t bring me any closer to answering the question of why.

I should offer to show the person responsible how they could arrange them to create a very large labyrinth in that field.

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