Showing posts with label big tree. Show all posts
Showing posts with label big tree. Show all posts

Thursday, March 7, 2019

Urban Blight


The New York Times
Goodbye, Sidewalk Trees
RONDA KAYSEN


Facing expensive upkeep costs when towering trees cause sidewalk hazards, some suburban towns opt to uproot them entirely.
Like many New Yorkers who left the city for the suburbs, I was drawn to my block, an otherwise forgettable street, for its soaring sidewalk trees — pin oaks, lindens and ash — that shade it in the summer and stand like barren giants in the winter.
So I was stunned to step outside a few weeks ago on a bitter winter afternoon and see a line of white X’s spray-painted across their trunks. The next day, my next-door neighbor, Stacey Millett, whose home shares the corner with a ginkgo whose leaves turn golden in the fall, called the town forester and learned that all the trees would be cut down as part of a repaving project.
“ALL of them,” Ms. Millett, 41, who has lived on this block of West Orange, N.J., with her family since 2010, texted me. “He wasn’t kidding.”
Look out an apartment window in the city and the trees certainly add color, texture and life to the streetscape. But the view is often dominated by the architecture of the skyline and the street life below. In the suburbs, trees play an outsize role, offering not just shade and beauty, but sometimes the richest character on a block, particularly one like mine with mostly smaller, unmemorable homes.
They also improve the environment — and property values. A 2009 study in Portland, Ore., found that the presence of street trees boosted the sale price of a home by close to $9,000 and reduced its time on the market by 1.7 days.
The years, however, have not been kind to our leafy friends. Over the last decade, the Northeast has lost millions of trees to storms, drought and disease, reshaping and reducing the canopy. In one storm alone in March 2018, West Orange lost 116 of its roughly 10,000 trees, according to John Linson, the town’s forester.
In the six years that I’ve lived here, I can count a dozen that have died on the square block that circles my property. A curve carved in the sidewalk in front of my house is all that remains of a tree that stood in front of my home until it died some years ago. Just a few days ago, high winds knocked a tree onto a power line a few blocks from my house.
Despite these losses, I had not expected to lose so many at once. And yet, West Orange is grappling with a problem faced by communities around the country. Street trees planted decades — and in some cases, a century — ago were not ideal species for a paved environment and are now large, mature and in need of maintenance. With little soil available beneath the sidewalk, roots interfere with drainage systems, and buckle concrete. Utility companies aggressively prune tree limbs away from power lines, leaving awkward, and potentially unstable, V-shaped trees.
“We’ve created a system that is not healthy for trees,” said Mike Brick, the chairman of the West Orange Environmental Commission, who suggested that homeowners plant trees in their yards instead, where the roots have more space to grow. “It is a compromised system, at best, and no one paid attention to it.”
And so, the iconic Norman Rockwell-style streetscape is fading away. As West Orange replaces sidewalks and curbs, it often removes old town-owned trees and plants new species that are more compatible for the location, if homeowners request them. “Over the next 20 or 30 years, there won’t be any tall trees where there are overhead wires,” Mr. Linson said.
Conservationists espouse maintenance methods that could protect more trees, like permeable sidewalks and more careful pruning. While these efforts are often costly for cash-strapped towns, they could preserve a resource that cleans particulate matter from the air, absorbs runoff and reduces the heat index. “The benefits to society far outweigh the costs” of higher maintenance, said Robert McDonald, the lead scientist for the Global Cities program at the Nature Conservancy.
West Orange does make some accommodations. Some trees, like those far from utility wires or set back from the curb, where their roots are not compromised, may stay. For smaller repaving projects, the trees may not be affected at all. If a property owner asks for the tree in front of his or her house to be spared, the town will try to save it by leaving the existing curbing or using an alternative curb material like a steel plate, which is less attractive than the typical Belgian block, but does not require the deep footings that cut into root systems. The town may also cut the sidewalk out around the trunk or build an incline over the roots, or simply leave that portion of the sidewalk unrepaired. But if the tree stays, the homeowner would be responsible for the cost of any future sidewalk repairs.
Repairing a sidewalk is not cheap, costing a homeowner an average of $1,318, according to HomeAdvisor. Delaying work could mean tickets from the town, or a lawsuit, if someone trips and falls.
In 2016, West Orange residents Miriam and Mark Reimer were warned by their homeowner insurance company to repair their damaged sidewalk or face a rate hike or a loss of coverage. Soon after, West Orange sent them a separate letter, saying that as part of a sidewalk replacement project, the town planned to remove the tree in front of their house, along with most of the others on the block of large, stately trees. The town would pay to replace the sidewalk. The Reimers didn’t contest the plan (nor did their neighbors), and requested that a new tree be planted.
“If we hadn’t gotten that letter, maybe we would have chosen to keep some of those trees” on the block, said Ms. Reimer, 38, a freelance editor, who described the new look of her street as “barren.”
West Orange removes roughly 300 trees a year, and plants about 100 new ones. “It’s a deficit,” Mr. Linson said. “It’s mainly because people don’t want a tree” in front of their property, and the town will not plant a tree a homeowner does not want. Some homeowners see the trees as a nuisance, with leaves that need to be raked, roots that may eventually upend sidewalks, and branches that could come crashing down in a storm.
I don’t mind the raking, and I see trees as a gorgeous marker of time. With none in front of my house and the prospect of losing the others on the block, I added my name to the request list. Ms. Millett said she planned to request two trees, and to ask the town to leave the ginkgo, even though she was told that it could eventually damage her driveway.
But for all the hope for the future a sapling may represent, I wonder if I will be here long enough to see these new young ones fill out and replenish my block. Instead, I may only get to experience them as sparse reminders of the giants that have been lost.
Related video: Beetle forces loggers to race against time (provided by The Associated Press)
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Saturday, March 5, 2016

Sacred between land and body.


Michelle Amara by Dan Warner.


"I am looking very closely. I remember the years I spent in forests. There is nothing as mysterious as the suspension of time as time in the forest and there is nothing like the suspension of space being unclothed stalking or simply being present within and upon Creation!" - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories (Nov. 3, 2015)
 

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Hug a tree Hold onto a Creator


Gisele Bündchen embracing a tree


Forests are vital to life on Earth. They purify the air we breathe, filter the water we drink, offer a home to much of the world’s diverse array of plants and animals. And even doing all those things and much more for us, it is being destroyed at a rate of 48 football fields per minute. Awareness is the first step to really making a change.
 
 
 
a family deep in South American jungle


 

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

The Thoughts Travel Everywhere


"The cure for anything is saltwater - sweat, tears or the sea." - Isak Dinesen

To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me. - Isaac Newton


ART by Diane Leonard


My thoughts turn to something I read once, something the Zen Buddhists believe. They say that an oak tree is brought into creation by two forces at the same time. Obviously, there is the acorn from which it all begins, the seed which holds all the promise and potential, which grows into the tree. Everybody can see that. But only a few can recognize that there is another force operating here as well – the future tree itself, which wants so badly to exist that it pulls the acorn into being, drawing the seedling forth with longing out of the void, guiding the evolution from nothingness to maturity. In this respect, say the Zens, it is the oak tree that creates the very acorn from which it was born.

I think about the woman I have become lately, about the life that I am now living, and about how much I always wanted to be this person and live this life, liberated from the farce of pretending to be anyone other than myself. I think of everything I endured before getting here and wonder if it was me – I mean, this happy and balanced me, who is now dozing on the deck of this small Indonesian fishing boat – who pulled the other, younger, more confused and more struggling me forward during all those hard years. The younger me was the acorn full of potential, but it was the older me, the already-existent oak, who was saying the whole time:”Yes – grow! Change! Evolve! Come and meet me here, where I already exist in wholeness and maturity! I need you to grow into me!”

And maybe it was this present and fully actualized me who was hovering four years ago over that young married sobbing girl on the bath room floor, and maybe it was this me who whispered lovingly into that desperate girl’s ear,”Go back to bed, Liz…” Knowing already that everything would be OK, that everything would eventually bring us together here. Right here in this moment. Where I was always waiting in peace and contentment, always waiting for her to arrive and join me.”

-Elizabeth Gilbert, ”Eat Pray Love”

OAK
by Drew Castelhano
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This is the Angle Tree just south of Charleston, S.C." - Perry Smith 





Friday, March 22, 2013

teaching circles


“The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.” - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


by Maggie McKenney Photography




Wednesday, November 30, 2011

AFRICAN BUSHMAN CREATION STORY


Tree bought from Florida to Valencia, Spain 500 years ago by Mischa 'Little Bear' Valencia
 The African Bushmen say, “People did not always live on the surface of the Earth. At one time People and animals lived underneath the Earth with Kaang, the Great Master and Lord of Life. The People lived peacefully with animals. No one wanted for anything. It was always light without the Sun. During this time of bliss Kaang began to dream the wonders of the world above.



First, Kaang created a wondrous tree with branches stretching over the entire country. At the base of the tree he dug a hole that reached way down to where the People and the animals lived. He led First Man to the surface. He sat down on the edge of the hole and First Woman came out. All the People came out in awe of the new world. Next Kaang helped the animals out. Some animals excitedly raced out through the roots and branches of the tree. Kaang gathered all the People and animals together, and taught them how to live together in peace. He told the People not to start any fires, or an evil would unleash upon the Earth, then Kaang left them to secretly watch his world.


The People saw the sun set for the first time. It scared them. At night it was black and the People could not see like the animals could, nor did they have fur for the cold. They forgot Kaang’s words and built a fire. The fire scared the animals, and they fled into the caves and mountains. Ever since the two have not been able to communicate with each other. Fear replaced their friendship.


"We Bushmen know animals, plants, rain, Thunder, wind, spring, winter are alive. What we see is only the outside form of body. Inside is a living spirit we cannot see. A woman’s spirit might fly into a leopard, or a man’s spirit fly into a lion’s body!"


Tree with Moon Red Thunder coming into the world. . .


Monday, December 20, 2010

a CHILDREN'S SONG

by Elizabeth T. Harris

The Story Tree

"Yet in life learn not to become involved in every story. We can be taught." ~Sage Marti

"The story draws us In to the story itself --- at times not inward for the meaning of the Story." - Elizabeth T. Harris


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

vision of Big Tree




My vision






I was given this yesterday as I sat down to say I am Seneca in reply to a e-mail from someone. Since I did not write it and didn't know what was said until I read it myself, though it came through me. I give it to all mankind. What is said here because of Wallace Black Elks prophecy has to start at the Great Medicine Wheel in the Black Hills. I will be there to start it next June 21st. Beyond that i do not know. I saw that wheel in vision when I was 11. I saw a old man in a chair that moved by itself come to that wheel. I thought the man was my father because it looked like him but older. I tried to interest him in bringing the people together and speaking to the women of every tribe as in my vision, without success. Only after obtaining my own power wheel chair last winter, to help me with my mobility issues did I realize the man I saw was me. I will because I was directed to go and speak to the women of all the tribes starting there in the medicine wheel or the heart of the world in Lakota tradition. Please share the enclosure with everyone you know. Please ask that the tree of Peace be replanted next to the Great Circle. Please do what you can to make the prophecy and the hope of peace in all the world real. Such has to happen for the new world to begin. I don't care who gets credit, it's not me that is doing this, just pass it to everyone you know.

turtle island

This is my nation and country. I don't see any lines drawn on it. Nor do I see any illegals in it other then the ones who stole it from me. Illegals are the ones who rape it for timber, uranium, gold, silver, iron, oil and such that is not wearable, edible or provides shelter and medicine. Illegals are the ones who develop not because of need but to enrich them self at our expense. Illegals are the ones who demand we give them our wampum in exchange for nothing. Illegals are those who say go and fight in this war or that without reason. Let each people live in harmony with each other and let them trade for what they need without borders. Let them learn from each other, that misunderstanding and war will be no more. Let none go hungry, none go without shelter and none go without the opportunity to learn and contribute to the greater good. Let each have a place where they can grow food for them self and their neighbors. Let each then share in the bounty provided by Grandmother Earth. Each to their needs without greed. This I will work for, this I will give my life for, and no less will I accept. There is no difference between a black woman or a white baby or a yellow man nor a red person, that was taught to me by the elders. All are two legged animals no better then our brother the deer or our sister the wolf. Take only what you need and give thanks to it for filling your needs. Let each live the life of their choice as long as they do no harm to others.

Bob Smith “Big Tree” 10/11/09 http://us.mc558.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=1bigtree@comcast.net&Subject=%20Re%3AMy%20visionwhitewolfearth .



photo of TREEVECTOR