I was to learn later in life that we tend to meet any new situation by reorganizing; and what a wonderful method it can be for creating the illusion of progress while producing confusion, inefficiency, and demoralization.
– Petronius Arbiter
In my much younger days, Shingle Creek was one of my favorite places to take photos or to just sit, think and watch time pass. Back then, I didn’t think about snakes, mud, mosquitoes, mud, or mud. Early this morning, those things were very much on my mind as I took my first stroll on this land in at least twenty years. Typically, I couldn’t come here without seeing at least one or two rowboats floating silently on the water, their occupants dangling fishing lines in hopeful anticipation that matched that of the birds on the banks waiting and watching for minnows. Not so today; although there was no hint of a boat having been this way in a long time, I couldn’t mistake the sound of cars on the major roadway that is now on the other side of the background trees. I was quite happy to see there had been no further progress; I expected there to be more of less here by now.
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