Industrial Park

StopAnother small town in Ohio. I am waiting for my logbook start time, and it is cold and grey, recently raining but not now.  I am struck by the barrenness of the industrial “park” . Humans step in, destroy what was there, and build the things that make our world go around; factories, communications networks,  train tracks, power lines, and a token bush or two, a monument to that which we destroyed.

I am a part of this: I like my house, my internet service, my refrigerator full of food. I am grateful for the smooth roads I drive on.  Sometimes, though, I wonder what this place was like before us.  The lonely tree stands amid our detritus, a reminder of what was.

The Tree