Perhaps humankind’s ambivalence toward wilderness is best manifested in our perception of what is truly beautiful. A single person could gaze admiringly at both Bryce Canyon and the Gardens of Versailles for their beauty, despite the fact that the external forces that created them couldn’t be more diametrically opposed to one another. Ideally the undiscerning
I recently made a rare trip to the affluent north-side Indianapolis suburb of Carmel to eat at a restaurant on the city’s western fringes. Kincaid’s is a relatively new arrival, marketing itself as a fish, chop, and steak house, sitting as an outparcel in the equally relatively new lifestyle center Clay Terrace. The upmarket establishment
Urban historians have devoted pages upon pages in books to the reclamation of long-abandoned developments by wilderness—a wilderness that these developments originally replaced. It doesn’t take long to discover excellent photo montages on the return of flora and fauna upon long-neglected human settlements, such as James Griffioen’s excellent series on the feral houses of Detroit.