One day I was traveling a very familiar road to visit my sister an hour away from where I had grown up. I have traveled this road for 50 years. It used to be desolate, winding through what was then called The Pine Barrens. Sections of it were declared protected and state owned that prohibited any building. Yet, over the many years of my going home to visit family and friends, the landscape changed and many developments have now spread and changed the once abundant green quiet of the evergreen landscape. As I drove along the winding, twisting road, I came upon a huge clearing of land, shocking in size. All along the outer edges of this development were stacks and stacks of tall felled trees. I had to pull over it was so upsetting - like piles of dead discarded bodies. It overwhelmed me to the point of tears.The scene lacked any reverence for the sacredness of these beautiful elegant elders. And every trip home, I see at least two dead deer
by the roadside.Heartbreaking.
One day I was traveling a very familiar road to visit my sister an hour away from where I had grown up. I have traveled this road for 50 years. It used to be desolate, winding through what was then called The Pine Barrens. Sections of it were declared protected and state owned that prohibited any building. Yet, over the many years of my going home to visit family and friends, the landscape changed and many developments have now spread and changed the once abundant green quiet of the evergreen landscape. As I drove along the winding, twisting road, I came upon a huge clearing of land, shocking in size. All along the outer edges of this development were stacks and stacks of tall felled trees. I had to pull over it was so upsetting - like piles of dead discarded bodies. It overwhelmed me to the point of tears.The scene lacked any reverence for the sacredness of these beautiful elegant elders. And every trip home, I see at least two dead deer by the roadside.Heartbreaking.