Ok, I’m starting to feel a disconnect here…

I’ve walked but this numerous times but today the absurdity of it hit me hard. A plaque to commemorate where the Garrison Creek used to me (before it was put into a pipe and filled in/paved over). Now I understand plaques for historical places, events, memorials - but when our last urban remnants of nature are only available to us as a tribute plaque to a time gone by we need to really open our eyes. I know it happens - you know it happens - yet it doesn’t seem to sink in enough to result in change.

“Big Yellow Taxi”
by Joni Mitchell

(Counting Crows Video of “Big Yellow Taxi” on YouTube)

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot,
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot.
Don’t it always seem to go,
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone—
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot!

They took all the trees,
Put ‘em in a tree museum;
And they charged the people
A dollar and a half just to see ‘em.
Don’t it always seem to go,
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone—
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot!

Hey farmer, farmer,
Put away the DDT now;
Give me spots on my apples,
But leave me the birds and the bees—
Please!
Don’t it always seem to go,
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone—
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot!