“I believe in the beauty of all things broken”-Terry Tempest Williams
The spot I chose to observe is the area I overlook from my balcony. Directly below is a yard that is constantly being walked over by neighbors with their dogs, sometimes it’s in good shape but usually the grass can’t withstand the commotion. Only a couple small trees are nearby that were obviously planted after the land my apartment sits on was cleared and leveled. At the end of this small yard is an irrigation ditch that grows weeds throughout the year. Past the ditch is a little man made hill that gives way to a giant pond. Right now the pond is vacant, though there are usually ducks and geese galore hanging out in it when it is warmer. I cannot imagine it is very safe for the birds to spend time in that water though because I see them spray it with chemicals several times a year. On the other side of the pond is a beautiful Weeping Willow amid the grass of Suburbia. I try to focus on the Willow and ignore the ugliness of the Suburbs. I know this is all man made landscaping. None of this area is untouched by humans and truly natural, but this is what we have made for ourselves. People like to be in control of things, I know I do. So we have taken what is natural and made it into something we can control better with landscaping, mowing and pouring chemicals. We can’t truly control nature, but we sure like to try. We cannot control what the weather will bring us or the animals that occupy the land. I would have to drive quite a distance to be able to find truly natural land.
“Enough; now it is time to see the beauty, the imperfect beauty”-Terry Tempest Williams
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