Georgia’s Compromise With Nature
There’s a river of gray that leads residents and visitors through the forests in Peachtree City, Georgia. Smaller paths, less destruction, more beauty: the compromise that man struck with nature. All year long people make their way under tree limb covered paths and brush against nature. An occasional deer might shyly watch these travels as the trees creep in closer to what was originally theirs. During the fall, the trees take more and more of what was given- leaves cover paths and make trips through the woods like a wandering, coincidental experience. A few months later, and the trees grow shy and depend on the snow to cover what is bare. The golf carts leave tracks behind in the snow where they err and run off what is man-made onto what was given many, many years ago. In the warm months, more animals appear and watch with the trees as people scurry through the city. Squirrels wait for dropped food around a particularly bumpy path. It is quieter in these paths than the roads. The carts make little noise running on electricity, and nature’s voice competes with those of the humans traveling through. It’s a place for people to admire nature, appreciate it for all its given, as they make their way onto the next errand in life.
