I came out here tonight to sit and work on some research that I had to do and found this poor child with dreams of breaking out of this prison he's in.
I contemplated stopping his obvious plan to use his dump truck as a means of getting him over the gate. (you know the old "you're going to hurt yourself doing that" thing) But all I could hear in my head was my son the sergeant saying "Let him be a kid and get hurt." So I left him alone and just took pictures. (I know how weird is that)
That is one forlorn looking kid. Even my hard heart was a little bothered by his sad face, just a little.