Not in a Cornfield
Finally found the urban cornfield last night. The durn* thing’s been playing hide-and-seek for weeks now. As you can see from this 100% authentic photo, I ran into all manner of strange out in the field… folks peeking their heads out… peering about every which way… milling about aimlessly… folks jamming like mad at the drum circle. Lot of corn, lot of folks. More photos below.
*something about a cornfield mandates I use words like ’durn’
Not a cornfield