Not in the Brochure: Cherry Street 2

Just this once, I have no real theory to sneak in, no sneaky agenda. I'm only looking at a couple changes/"events" on Cherry Street, the narrow realm I scribbled about a few weeks ago.
   

I never found out what this project was.  Something resurfacing one of the gateways to the netherworld, that below-the-surface realm of Columbia, which I imagine populated with orcs, dark elves, and perhaps a cleft that opens to The Land That Time Forgot.  (Let's discount the notion of mere infrastructure, water pipes, storm drains, gas lines.  Nah.  Not those.)

In any case, the workmen created this dramatic driving course, which not a few drivers could not master.

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Then, sometime overnight on the 27th, a bit of the "everyday furniture," what we seldom notice, gave way in that night's storm.

I find this a particularly sad loss.  This was one of a pair of trees that bloomed, very purple and very sweet, filling the early summer air enough to pull me out of myself every time I would pass.

The other of the pair was cut down earlier in the year.  I don't know why.  I hope they replant with the same, but I don't know how to have a voice in this.

Just the sawdust...

I don't even know what species of tree this is.  Alas.

                                          


later, bob