The wife and I just went for a lovely little walk around the neighborhood. It was just getting dark as we left and we heard some fireworks outside, could just see them over the roof of the next apartment building, probably somewhere near the river, so that was the inspiration but we never did figure out where they were coming from.
Kaizlovy Sady, where we were just walking
Summer is great when it’s light until late, and the heat of the day has drifted away.
As we passed by the big tree in the middle of the path, a mighty force of nature coming up through the asphalt, I said “That tree is the coolest thing in this neighborhood” and Helena said “You should write your blog about that,” so here it is.
It’s the urban paradox. A place is nice, and beautiful, and green, so people want to live there. They build homes there, and pretty soon there are offices and factories and schools and hospitals and it’s not so green and natural any more. Everywhere you go, you take yourself, and people are a blight on the landscape.
I saw a documentary once and they were talking about how when people first arrived in Europe, which must have been like 50 or 60 thousand years ago (anthropology majors may feel free to correct me, I’m just throwing a number out there), the forests were so dense that as the boats continued up the Danube, there was just no place to put ashore, the underbrush was virtually impassible. So, there was a lot of hacking and burning going on, just to gain a toehold in paradise, and look at the place now.
It’s still pretty, but it would be much nicer with fewer people.
www.gurukalehuru.com 