A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love.
A poem, a picture, a rumination.
Whenever I see an oakless Oak Street or drive down an elmless Elm Street, I am reminded of the sad lyrics of Storyhill's "Paradise Lost" (Chris and Johnny writing about the transformation of the land outside their hometown of Bozeman, Montana):"Everybody wants a piece of paradise -A house upon a hill, with a view of heaven.Now everyone's here, so close togetherParadise is lost, and gone forever.When we were young we used to walk out in those fieldsAnd run forever in the backyard woods.Now the old trails disappear in neighborhoods,With streets named after what's gone for good..."I am not being an anti-development Luddite, but sometimes it is sad to think of all that has been lost from the American landscape.