In the words of Joni Mitchell - they paved paradise and put up a parking lot! They were still building the extension last year on my visit. The new reality is a bitter pill to swallow! 😕
I remember when you first wrote about the losing your beloved forest. I see the same thing happening all around us. roadways expand, and with it, come businesses, strip centers, more cars traveling down to and fro. Sometimes, owners plant trees, but more often, they leave us with concrete. I am glad they haven't blocked your view of the beautiful sunsets. I do enjoy those!
I’m so sorry, I would have cried too. “They paved paradise, put up a parking lot.” They’ve torn down two lovely natural areas in our neighborhood this year to build housing developments. We knew it would come but I still mourned the loss.
Seems like you could write a nice little detective story, perhaps in the style of Hammett’s stories about the Continental Op, who often staked out suspects from a parked car. Describing people’s comings and goings like you did here would give the story a realistic feel.
Or even a Rear Window type murder mystery. When I saw this Dali painting years ago, I wondered if it had served as inspiration for that movie:
In the words of Joni Mitchell - they paved paradise and put up a parking lot! They were still building the extension last year on my visit. The new reality is a bitter pill to swallow! 😕
Oh that is a shame, that leafy, wooded street looked just beautiful. The view of the new human fauna seems a cold compensation.
I remember when you first wrote about the losing your beloved forest. I see the same thing happening all around us. roadways expand, and with it, come businesses, strip centers, more cars traveling down to and fro. Sometimes, owners plant trees, but more often, they leave us with concrete. I am glad they haven't blocked your view of the beautiful sunsets. I do enjoy those!
I’m so sorry, I would have cried too. “They paved paradise, put up a parking lot.” They’ve torn down two lovely natural areas in our neighborhood this year to build housing developments. We knew it would come but I still mourned the loss.
Seems like you could write a nice little detective story, perhaps in the style of Hammett’s stories about the Continental Op, who often staked out suspects from a parked car. Describing people’s comings and goings like you did here would give the story a realistic feel.
Or even a Rear Window type murder mystery. When I saw this Dali painting years ago, I wondered if it had served as inspiration for that movie:
https://www.wikiart.org/en/salvador-dali/the-voyeur