It appears as though change is, truly, inevitable. I learn that even my little pocket of protection from all things Progress, has been sliced down the middle.
The California country road where my father lives (and where I’ve spent much contemplative time over these last 40 years) has now been deemed, two-lane, with a fresh yellow stripe to prove it.
Here was the road before.
And according to a recent post from my dad on his Dry Crik Journal blog, this is the latest brush of development.
(My dad’s full post can be found here.)
A yellow line painted on an asphalt road might not seem like much of a big deal. But it signals that changes are afoot and more traffic is expected. It’s telling that even the wild life are suspicious of this day-glow harbinger.
Just makes me wonder what’s down the line.