Ultimate Irony
Standing close to the water in the chilly stillness of dawn in Algonquin Park, it's wonderful to see the sun's warmth transforming the landscape - mist recedes to the shadows, fall colors begin to show themselves again, and, wait a minute...some lazy bum left a used coffee cup down by the water. It's visible in this picture.
There was a lot of that in Algonquin Park after the recent Thanksgiving weekend. We saw empty wine bottles tossed into the water, lots of Styrofoam cups, more discarded cups along the trails, and even a smashed Halloween pumpkin at a river.
It seems the ultimate irony to me that we seek out a pristine wilderness to rejuvenate ourselves and then spoil it with garbage too inconvenient to carry back out.
Ultimate Irony
Standing close to the water in the chilly stillness of dawn in Algonquin Park, it's wonderful to see the sun's warmth transforming the landscape - mist recedes to the shadows, fall colors begin to show themselves again, and, wait a minute...some lazy bum left a used coffee cup down by the water. It's visible in this picture.
There was a lot of that in Algonquin Park after the recent Thanksgiving weekend. We saw empty wine bottles tossed into the water, lots of Styrofoam cups, more discarded cups along the trails, and even a smashed Halloween pumpkin at a river.
It seems the ultimate irony to me that we seek out a pristine wilderness to rejuvenate ourselves and then spoil it with garbage too inconvenient to carry back out.