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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 |