A springtime wonder.

Rocks. Broken Wood. Sticks.

New growth in the middle of all of that. The dog found it with her inquisitive nose. All I did was make the picture. And, frame it on the scene. And, further reframe it in post production, where I also made the image sparkling and glowing.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget that humans and canines are also a part of nature. Dogs are a  good force in nature. They are little zen masters. They act in the moment. They forgive easily. They are always friendly if a human lets them be.

Meanwhile, humans. Not so much. The more I see, travel and I read, the more I’m convinced that we are the most destructive force on earth. Yeah, yeah. Big hurricanes and earthquake do a lot of damage. But, that just nature’s way. It isn’t intentional. It isn’t mean-spirited. It isn’t for some profit motive. Nature seeks stasis. That’s all.

You can draw your own conclusions. Me? I think it’s time to act way more than we have. And, I think it’s time to think. How’s that for a bit of very weird writing? It’s clean up time. No matter what the current political climate is in Washington. No matter what big corporations think. Some of this starts with the very tools we use every day, like this computer. Digital trash is as bad a pollutant as there is. It needs to be recycled responsibly. And, the chain must be followed and monitored.

Here’s why.

I was talking to an online friend about this. Here in New Orleans — and in Albuquerque, New Mexico — where I lived after Hurricane Katrina, there are recycling programs of a sort. Here’s how it works. Me, feeling good about what I was doing sorted everything. Glass. Paper. Plastic. You know. How you do.

In NOLA we take it to a recycling center. In New Mexico it was picked up like curbside garbage. Here’s where both results are the same. My nicely sorted recyclables were dumped into one pile and were taken to a normal landfill where they were dumped along with the rest of the garbage, never to be sorted again.

WTH?

We, as human beings who only have one planet to live on, must manage this process. We can do better. We can force the people who claim to handle our recycling to actually do it. After all…

One more thing. This isn’t for me. Or, my generation. This is for the future. Our children. Our grandchildren. And, their children. It’s a long game. Even if we can’t see the results.

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