Since no cars are removed until after the last race, the field looked like the remains of a battle.

After living under a rock for three days, Sunny thought the little field looked like heaven.

The fields around still looked more or less the same, though.

The field looks wide open for one of the big City posts.

Next year the field looks to be even more crowded.

But that night our field of dreams looked like a police state.

This field looked like they had started to get it ready for building on but they'd stopped.

Everyone can say the field looks lousy now, but wait until Saturday.

And I thought that these fields probably looked the way they did two hundred years ago.

The fields on the hill still looked as if they loved each other.