When I bought my condominium six years ago, I had a lovely, quiet view of a hillside. Sometimes it was planted with wheat, sometimes with hay, and sometimes it was just sitting there. It took a toll on my allergies, but watching quail marching single-file, listening to the pheasant’s squawking flirtations, laughing at the little brown bunnies chasing each other, and being able to walk my dog in the field were a source of relaxation and happiness.
Here is my hillside last winter:

Pretty...
Here is my hillside being cleared for apartment buildings…or something:

Evil giant backhoe thing

Evil giant backhoe thing's friends...
My poor hillside is being destroyed in the name of “progress.” Many new apartments and too few parking spaces are the order of the day. There’s money to be made!
We’re paving over more and more prime farmland everyday, while hundreds of apartments in this town go un-rented every year. Notice that the topsoil is at least 20 feet deep. It’s a crying shame…
All photos by Zooey