This is the scene just nine miles from here. The development in our area has been unbelievable and is teetering on the edge of going "super-nova".
Everything seems to be swept away to make way for the new. Barns, silos, outbuildings, older 1950's style commercial buildings, only slightly-aging gas stations, pretty wonderful local taverns that serves really great food (sorry you had to leave Vi), family owned grocery stores are forced to pick up and move, or are plowed under, all in the path of a leviathan plan for our area.
The disturbing thing is that the urban planners and developers behind this activity do not live in our communities. At least I don't think they do. Most people move here for a reason, and that reason is in danger of being erased, as if it never existed. It's a culture clash, and at times it just ain't pretty.
As development continues, everything must be deconstructed before it can be reconstructed. Here's what deconstruction looks like. Piles of rubble, men in hard hats, orange cones, flashing traffic horses, heavy equipment you never knew existed. Trucks....hauling out, hauling in.
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Oh, dear. Just found you via Rachelorama, and I cannot tell you the anguish this causes me. (I blog about small farms.)
Have you seen "The Real Dirt on Farmer John"?
Come visit my blog--let me hear back, please.
Tana
Is there no way to stop this?
I guess that, as in other things, money talks. This is a sad scene.
I live on the cusp of such development. It's spreading like a landscaped tree-lined rash.
I am truly sick of this rampant greed, the mindless expansion, the artificial communities based solely upon location and places to go buy stuff.
It is said that the suburbs, being as unsustainable as they are, will be the slums of the future.
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