For today's exercise use the following as the title of a poem or piece of prose.Above a Grid of Quaint Lives
Now, please don't think that by using a photo of farmland I'm saying farmers are quaint or adorable or anything. A ton of them are pretty awful. :) And a ton of them are scientifically advanced individuals. The grid certainly doesn't have to apply to the photo, it could talk of the little boxes on the hillside of a planned community, it could be about SimCity, it could be about the developers of Minneapolis doing a flyover and pitying the poor lost citizens of St. Paul.
