Click on image to enlarge - © 2009 jim otterstrom
Ice on the lake cracked, buckled, and melted this year, like always, even as world credit markets remained frozen solid.
The lone Bald Eagle circles intently above the marsh, fishing, unconcerned with the global financial meltdown.
A pair of finches cheerfully weave their nest into the first 'a' of the pharmacy sign, as if Rite-Aid was expected to survive another quarter.
Tilted toward the vernal equinox, the frosted earth warms slightly; wild onions dispatch eager shoots skyward, heedless of greenhouse gases or climate change.
I imagine myself standing in a bread line, during the first Great Depression, finding cheer in tufts of grass growing from broken concrete.
I envision a Final Great Depression, and eventually, masses of lovely wildflowers blooming among the skeletal remains of Wall Street, and the Pentagon.
Spring is on the wind, General Motors is bankrupt, and Peak Oil is upon us.
Take heart, friends of the earth.
Change is in the air…
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