The junction of urbanization…and not.

17 April, 2019. This is the edge of town, the place where “rural” begins and the city ends. Beyond this point are farms and two lane blacktop roads, cows, corn, lakes and ponds, rolling hills of trees, and lots and lots of gravel lanes. But here, this is where they meet fast food and gas stations, shopping carts and car washes. Here is where there was a field not long ago, unbulldozed. There was a hill, in fact. And there was not an intersection, so complex and so filled with traffic signals that an instruction manual wouldn’t be out of line. This tree is the only reminder – and a faint one at that! – of what once was. It’s gnarly, and not especially beautiful – even had it a full coat of leaves – and one is left to ponder why, even, did those bulldozers leave this forlorn remnant alone?

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Pencil and watercolor on Strathmore Aquarius II watercolor paper.

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2 comments

  1. Hummingbird · April 19

    I love this so much. that shade of purple, the green dripping down. That tree, still hanging in there, like a very old grampa filled with stories yet to tell, before he goes. Simple but poignant. I have a hard time with simplicity. I love details, even though I know there is much to discover without them. It is a learning process I suppose. 🙂

    • azorch · April 19

      I’m a little stunned no one has cut it down. Thank goodness for overlooked things!

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