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With the sun peeking through the smoky sky, rusting, corrupt and poisonous infrastructure, and the apparent, although false resplendence of a dying marsh, there's sort of a post-apocalyptic revival feeling to this one, so here's some post-apocalyptic poetry to go with it: Hopeful: “I am like the water that runs over me, immune to permanence, recycling endlessly. I am water; I am life. The form may change, but the substance stays the same. Strike me down and I will rise again. Vincit qui patitur.” -- Rick Yancey Not so much: “I like living in my head because in there, everyone is kind and innocent." --J. Cornell Michel, Jordan's Brains: A Zombie Evolution “Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done, You walk the earth you are forgetting. Sometimes you hear a distant refrain. What does it mean, you ask, who is singing? A childlike sun grows warm. A grandson and a great-grandson are born. You are led by the hand once again. The names of the rivers remain with you. How endless those rivers seem! Your fields lie fallow, The city towers are not as they were. You stand at the threshold mute.” -- Czesław Miłosz
This is an area of new plantings at Rotary Botanical Gardens in Janesville, Wisconsin (USA). The coleus (colia?) were amazing, as was the sky.
Near Lake LaGrange in Southern Wisconsin (USA).
