… I saw beauty and decay. The two kilometer walk was meditative and enjoyable and gave me a chance to see nature’s interaction with the human-made world. Skid mars like these are becoming more prominent on Nova Scotia roads. I’ve heard them called “redneck art” and fool’s signatures”–they seem both wasteful and unattractive. At the curve ahead is the 45th parallel–exactly half way between the equator and the north pole. I confirmed it with an app on my phone. There used to be a sign but it was taken down.
Grass growing up in the cracks, discarded cigarette butts, new paint barely covering the old. There has been a road paint shortage this year in Nova Scotia because of supply chain issues with the paint plants in Texas and Louisiana. It’s interesting how the business world relies on a myriad of connections, just like the natural world.
The cigarette butts in the previous photo are just the tip of the garbage iceberg. The shoulders and ditches along this scenic road are littered with trash–bottles, cans, coffee cups, fast food bags, CDs, toys, and much more. It seems that many have lost touch with the natural world and no longer respect it. Most of the cans and bottles once contained alcohol, meaning that plenty of folks are drinking and driving. It wouldn’t surprise me that the guy who made the skid marks threw this out shortly afterwards.
Animals get hit crossing the road, and it’s not unusual to see porcupines, raccoons, skunks, deer, birds, and turtles as victims of road-kill. There is no easy solution, but if people drove slower, it might happen less. And if they weren’t drinking and driving they might be better able to see the poor animals crossing the road.
Clear-cutting of forests in Nova Scotia has been an issue for many years. It’s doubtful that the recently elected Conservative government will improve the situation. The removal of the trees destroys the habitat for the very animals that end up as road-kill.
In the words of Bob Dylan: “Everything is broken.”
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Nature, if given the chance, takes over everything and reclaims it. There is a certain beauty and comfort in that.