Of Frisbees, Physarum, & Cow Paths: A Creative Code

All semester long I've had something gnawing at the back of my mind each time I entered our classroom. Mulling it over. Looking for the way.   As spring finds Missoula (at last), I amble across the quad, my attention on a game of Frisbee that has appeared between the squared-off walkways and melting berms…