comes a time. this place has story. i felt the way i did before, now with the present layer of devastated trees laying down, the riprock and poured concrete. it still has power of place and inviolable integrity. riding home i thought about the water, the trees and the dirt, something even obama and the developers can't touch. the gist of this corrupt and dangerous time is that no matter what comes the powerful can't eradicate the diverse and shape-shifting spirit of life.