When I was younger I used to think of Mother Earth as a delicate orchid. In many ways she is. But it is easy to forget first just how massive she is (more on this soon) and second just how resilient she is. Here is one example. This is the same oil jack that I posted about a few weeks ago.
Seeing this reminded me of the first time I started to calm down about the world coming to an end. When I was little growing up in NYC and seeing nothing around me but concrete I simply could not get my mind around the fact that we might not be wrecking the planet. How could I? All I saw were teeming masses of (sometimes mean) people, millions of cars, congestion, smoky air from cars … and then I remember reading in the Daily News about a pair of nesting Peregrine Falcons who happened to like the NYC skyscrapers. I never saw them, but I suspect they and others are still there, enjoying the Pigeons as much as the visitors to the parks do.