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Another Maple Valley morning, our third trip to the
Pan Abode on a ridge high above the Cedar
River, the fog settled low in the basin is the last to burn off. Because
I'm not driving, I can shoot stills and movies out the window and through
the windshield. Although this shot portrays a kind of bucolic bliss, not
far from here a
huge disposable housing development sprawls like a self-replicating virus.
When those structures begin falling apart thirty years from now the pickings
will be slim for future salvage teams. But maybe they're not meant to last
even thirty years--which is good because they won't. At which time they'll
just call in the track hoes, haul it all to the dump and start digging another
hole. Such fly-by-night profit schemes are no foundation on which to build
a community. But then again, community is not the selling point anyway. Privacy
is. Which explains the lack of neighbor-facing windows in most new structures.
Blank walls are preferred to reminders that there are others outside the
cocoon.
p.s. Shortly after I took this picture, I saw a |