There used to be a nearly identical version of this creature, sans vegetal hair-tuft, over by the railroad tracks, but it has been vandalized so severely that it is scarcely recognizable.

This one is slightly the worse for wear: weeds for whiskers, a smile a bit displaced, somewhat tamped down by the force of the downpours, but keeping on keeping on, so far.

These earthen siblings obviously come to us from the same anonymous progenitor. They face west. Smile back at the one still smiling; find this face at Duval and 51st Street, the Flight Path corner.