There was a parking lot…now it’s a peaceful oasis.

Hardly a month goes by—perhaps more like once a week—without some new artistic endeavor depicting contemporary life synecdochically through paved surfaces. We can all think of one. Whether the first that comes to mind for you is a song by Joni Mitchell (or maybe David Byrne), a Terry Gilliam movie, or a Kurt Vonnegut novel, the world today has been smeared across by some paving surface—or so they’d have you believe. Granted, most of these examples, by virtue of the fact that they criticize this phenomenon, share a certain political leaning (and, most likely, a dense big city that they call home), but the fact remains that modernity and concrete or asphalt share a loose fungibility: the phrase “paving the way” implies progression, or, at the very least, succession.

Is it justifiable to bemoan the fact that the earth, in totality, is most likely becoming increasingly impervious with each passing second? Even the greatest Luddites can hardly complain over the fact that, a century ago, most roads outside of urban centers in the United States—the nation with the largest road network by far—were dirt or gravel at best. After all, a hard surface that resists most weather patterns is unambiguously superior for travel, and individual mobility is better than ever before, with all evidence that it only stands to improve in the future (even if perhaps at a higher cost per unit traveled). These broad artistic swipes at our increasingly paved future generally achieve satire and a resonant message, more readily than a dire warning of eminent peril. At least they make for a catchy tune or a cult novel/movie. Nonetheless, most people simply do not allow the cement trend to bother them; perhaps they even welcome it as an indicator of improved convenience. And perhaps the fact that so much of the world still remains unpaved—sometimes completely removed from human intervention—that a dystopic future devoid of natural plant growth can only achieve resonance in the topos root of the aforementioned word: we do indeed have a “place” here in the future that is simultaneously the present, but it is hardly so devoid of all that is green and pure to be dys, or “bad”.

Maybe it is legitimate to claim that the world is increasingly paved, but a thousandth of a percentage’s incremental increase still smacks of hyperbole. Even in most urban environments, plant life is abundant—sometimes more so than the unsettled world around it (particularly noticeable in my current home here in Afghanistan, where trees are non-existent except in well established towns). So the collision of the built and the natural ultimately isn’t as bleak as Mitchell and Vonnegut would like us to think it is. Sometimes the harmony between the two is so unexpected that it is particularly charming, as in this eminently suburban streetscape in Gulfport, Mississippi:

Aside from blurring people’s faces to leave them anonymous, I’m not normally one to doctor my own photos. But I couldn’t help but try to capture the serenity of this live oak by at least toning down the ordinariness of the surroundings. So I confess: I “Photoshopped” out some of the signage. Here’s the actual vista of this tree:

There it sits, right in the middle of a grocery store parking lot. The Southern live oak is one of the most emblematic trees of the South. I suspect that only the magnolia surpasses these expansive titans for evoking the ecology of Dixie, particularly in a place like Mississippi—nicknamed the Magnolia State. But the magnolia is the name for a genus, a broader classification than the specific Quercus virginiana of the Southern live oak—not surprisingly, the magnolia family of trees covers a much broader geographic region. (By the same token, the live oak characterizes a broader Quercus genus as well; the Quercus virginiana, or Southern live oak, is the specie of focus here.) The Southern live oak generally thrives in exclusively the coastal Southeast, making it most characteristic of the Deep South, whereas magnolias can endure as far north as Philadelphia. It is common practice—almost a cliché—for artists/filmmakers/photographers to show American “Southern-ness” through a silhouette of a grove of Southern live oak trees, with Spanish moss draped lazily across the horizontally inclined branches. Not surprisingly, Southerners by and large revere these trees, in part for their tremendous canopy, their idiosyncratic evergreen characteristics (they are never without leaves), and their ability to withstand hurricane-force winds. The streets of New Orleans, Savannah, and (prior to Hurricane Ike) Galveston all derive the majority of their canopy from these trees. One of the most prominent old plantation homes in Louisiana is the beloved Oak Alley, featured in many movies, as well as this blog quite some time ago.

So, if these trees are so pervasive, what makes this one so special? As is clear from the photos, it is in what is otherwise a pretty unremarkable parking lot to what seems to be a run-of-the-mill southern grocery store chain.

If the photos have not made it obvious already, this particular Southern live oak is big. Huge.

Though I didn’t take any measurements, I really didn’t need to in order to assert that it’s bigger than most if not all of the Southern live oaks in New Orleans neighborhoods. Thus, it’s safe to assume that, by virtue of its greater size, it’s also older than the 150 year old plantings that line St. Charles Avenue in the Big Easy. In fact, I would venture to guess that this tree is comparable in size to the Southern live oaks in Oak Alley Plantation, which, in turn, were planted over three hundred years ago. Carrying this deduction a step further, I suspect that this tree is of a similar age, which would date it a good 180 years prior to the incorporation of the City of Gulfport in 1898.

And, as gutsy as it may be for me to assert this, this Southern live oak may even pre-date the Winn-Dixie! Most of the development around this part of Gulfport, based on the appearance of the homes, comes from the 1960s through the 1980s, a era when automobile-oriented design and parking lot provision were often at their most generous. Relatively few subdivisions that originate from this time have sidewalks, particularly if they were platted outside of an incorporated area. Developers of commercial plazas focused little on aesthetics or preservation of green space; the biggest amenity of a strip mall was its abundance of free, plainly visible parking.

Yet shifting consumer tastes have elicited a gentle irony: many of these 40-year-old strip malls are now struggling with high vacancy levels, having been replaced by lifestyle centers and other retail typologies that emphasize aesthetics in general—and greenery in particular—much more than in the past. In most municipalities, the inclusion of some form of landscaping is mandated for parking lots over a certain minimum size. The US Green Building Council’s Version 3 of LEED (Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design) for New Construction and Major Renovations provides multiple incentives for developers to “break up” an expansive sheet of pavement through trees and landscaping, partly to facilitate stormwater management by reducing impervious surfaces, but also to help minimize the urban heat island effect, largely induced by pavements and other aggregate materials that retain heat. Both of these negative characteristics of conventional parking lots can pose a huge burden and source of discomfort in a hot and rainy climate, such as southern Mississippi in the summer.

But somehow I suspect that ecologically sensitive stormwater management and heat island mitigation were not on the developer’s mind when building this Winn-Dixie. First of all, if this store is as old as most of the housing and commercial establishments in this area, its construction precedes that of city ordinances mandating landscaped islands, LEED certification, and the green building movement altogether. The installation of landscaped islands is hardly consistent throughout this parking lot. Some other angles reveal that most of the rest of the lot is barren and exclusively impervious…

…with the exception of the perimeter, which hosts islands with significantly younger plantings.

These perimeter trees were most likely a private decision and not a public mandate. At any rate, their existence depended on development of this site; obviously they didn’t grow in this pattern by nature. Parking lot landscaping has become particularly prevalent in the last decade, induced by a combination of municipal codes and—perhaps most potently—market forces: developers have found that strip malls/lifestyle centers/shopping plazas attract the eyes of passers-by through their inherently more upscale appearance. Treeless strip malls look old-fashioned, tired, and barren in comparison.

In fact, upon further scrutiny, aesthetics may actually be the single greatest justification for these landscaped islands, because the ecological benefit is increasingly dubious. While they undoubtedly provide at least some shade and relief from the heat island effect that makes Mississippi parking lots so uncomfortable in the summer, the cost of maintenance may outweigh the benefits, particularly if the installation uses landscape or trees that demand a great deal of water or irrigation, further skewing the natural hydrology of a site. A not-so-recent article of Urban Development observed that because so many of these landscaped islands seem like afterthoughts to accompany a stormwater management system of pipes and culverts, the islands do not achieve a great deal of their mitigating effect. In addition, passers-by routinely trample the ground cover, the islands aren’t big enough for the root systems to grow, and catch basins collect much of the water before it permeates the soil for the trees. Thus, the street trees often die within a decade. (These shortcomings are undoubtedly one reason why LEED encourages xeriscaping, or drought resistant plant cultivation, in any stormwater management system, with more emphasis on vigorous, natural landscaping to reduce the need for catch basins.)

Regardless of what inspired these much younger perimeter tree plantings, they do not fit in with the mighty old live oak.

They belong to a different pattern, and the big tree is an exception to this. Were the developers that saved this tree were motivated by something else: a love for this tree in particular? They sacrificed at least four parking spaces for it, but in the process salvaged what almost manages to serve as a landmark for the area. The “island” is more like Australia (or at least Madagascar), providing ample space for the live oak’s sprawling, generally superficial root system. They didn’t try to jam additional landscaping at the ground of the tree, which would most likely not survive for lack of water and sunlight, or it would flourish on its own terms but rob the mighty tree of its nutrients. Whoever conceived this may not have been an expert arborist, but he or she was not likely a mere amateur either.

The titanic tree flourishes thus far, after having been surrounded by asphalt for at least two decades and probably much more. And in all likelihood, it will outlast its much younger cousins, who were given the poorly thought-out treatment that Len Zickler and Duane Dietz rail against in the aforementioned Urban Development article. These smaller trees—also Southern live oaks, I believe—are jammed into much smaller islands, sometimes two at a time. Some rust colored mulch and compost undoubtedly try to endow them with the nutrients they need but otherwise are not receiving. Chances are strong that the will succumb to their poor environment within the next few years. But, if it’s lasted this long, the older cousin will most likely persevere into the distant future.

This anomaly—an old-growth tree in a settlement less than 40 years old—proves that not everything those talking heads (pun intended) satirize about modernity is not entirely fair. The artists who denigrate the paving of America routinely target suburbia in particular—take the examples mentioned at the beginning of this post, or, a much more recent one, Win Butler. And these suburban-critics would have us believe that leaving the city is predicated upon a hostility to both the old (aging architecture) and the natural (the desire to get around everywhere through a gas-guzzling vehicle). But keep in mind that the original inspiration for suburban living was a return to nature, often not by the middle class but by the gentry who could afford the greater travel costs. Today, an overwhelming number of Americans continue to prove by their buying (and foreclosing) patterns that they’d prefer a big yard, even if it means the houses are spaced so far apart that they have to drive ten minutes to buy a can of Coke. Sure, that big green expanse might have the biodiversity squelched through fertilizer and pesticides, but it is a perception that it is far more natural that closely packed urban living. A lawn is certainly not impervious like a tightly packed urban streetscape. And a city park is rarely any more of a realistic, natural ecosystem than a suburbanite’s manicured back yard.

Here, in Gulfport, one can witness veneration for both the old and the natural in this preservation of a long-standing Southern live oak tree. It does happen now and then. The distinctions between between rural and urban—the synthetic and the natural—the modern and the pre-modern—the good and the bad—get hamfisted treatment by both the city artists/intellectuals and the designers of giant new exurban subdivisions. And, long after the polemic ends and the two sides have died of exhaustion, years after some technological advancement renders the Winn-Dixie (and all grocery stores) obsolete, this tree will continue to stand, enjoying increased breathing room amidst the cracked and decaying pavement. It used to be real estate; now it’s only fields and trees.

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3 thoughts on “There was a parking lot…now it’s a peaceful oasis.

  1. AvatarNici

    I do have a theory on why the your “Biloxi” Oak remains to this day, The Live Oak Society. Founded in 1934, the Live Oak Society currently has over 5,000 “members” in 14 states. Membership is composed of Live Oak trees that are at least 100 years old. I did do a little digging (pardon the pun) and there are several trees that were registered in Biloxi before the 1960’s. The membership roster I found did not list location, but I’m sure there is a map or documentation of where the trees are located. This and not knowing the location of your tree makes it impossible to say with certainty, your “Biloxi” Oak is a member but I feel comfortable with my theory.

    I do disagree with your theory of the age of the oak. Comparing the “Biloxi” oak to New Orleans and Oak Alley oaks is akin to comparing apples to oranges. Yes, they are all Live Oak trees, but environment plays a huge determining factor in how a tree grows. Trees planted in a city, even 150 years ago before concrete are going to have completely different environmental stressors than trees in rural areas. The Live Oak trees have were planted (and well planned) for a specific purpose, to be a show piece. Their environment has been adapted around them; while the New Orleans trees were planted then left to adapt to their environment. The Biloxi Oak was planted most likely by nature and grew up slower under the cover of a pine forest as most evergreens do. Growing the shade of other trees causes the growth of tree to be slower. This along with a completely different soil base makes it hard to compare the age of the Biloxi Oak using the other oaks mentioned as a gauge. I can offer my guess is that the tree is roughly 200 years old. I base that partly on the knowledge that 200 years is the average age of a live oak and this picture. This picture shows two 200 year live oak trees that are in Biloxi. Without a scale, it’s hard to tell how these trees compare in size to your tree but they seem to be close. And trees so close to the beach would be smaller due to fewer nutrients available to other oaks that weren’t as close to the sandy beach. Both sets of trees show the lack of vigor that comes to all of creatures with time. If you look at the “Biloxi” oak and the picture of the “beach” oaks you can see the crowns of the trees are not full. These can be best seen in your “Biloxi” oak. A healthy vigorous live oak should have a lollipop outline. From a distance you would see a crown of leaves not individual branches. Looking at your tree, one can see every individual branch, which tells me the tree is on the decline.

    While the parking lot did not help the tree and probably shaved off some years it hasn’t completely smothered the tree roots do to the fact on how trees receive their nutrients. The tap root of a tree grows straight down but its function is support. The horizontal roots of the tree are the ones that supply nutrition, water and oxygen. The ends of the roots are the best and most efficient place for nutrient absorption. The location of the ends is estimated by the using the rule of thumb 1 ½ of the diameter of the crown. Do to the large crown it is safe to say the tree is receiving most of its nutrients from the strip of grass between the parking lot and the road.

    I started seeing Live Oaks everywhere after I read this article. I must admit it’s not hard to believe that since I do live in South Louisiana but again, your article was the gentle prompting I needed to really see the world around me. As always, keep writing and I will keep reading!!

  2. AvatarAmericanDirt

    Thanks again for your thoughtful comments, Nici. I especially like that you reference that the “membership” of the Live Oak Society involves the trees and not the people.

    As for the age of this oak, it’s anyone’s guess, and a botanist or arborist is far more likely to be qualified in that speculation than I am. You raised some good additional points, especially regarding urban versus rural conditions. That undoubtedly played a role, and yes, some species of trees do tend to grow more slowly in a forested environment, as you and I both suspect is the case with this Gulfport/Biloxi live oak. (Conversely, some species flourish in a forest but struggle on their own. For example, beech trees have a fairly hollow, low-density trunk and need the surrounding tree environment for protection from strong winds. If the forest is removed, it’s only a matter of time before an isolated beech snaps after a thunderstorm.) As for the trees at Oak Alley, they have also survived this long due to inordinate amounts of investment to keep them intact…my blog post on Oak Alley was all about the hidden “scaffolding” keeping the branches from snapping. Compare that with all the deliberately planted street trees in New Orleans, which, while excellent for canopy, are hardly the “show piece” that Oak Alley is and don’t get the sort of money from private property owners trying to keep every branch alive.

    I do, however, think you cannot underestimate the impact that concrete plays in plant growth–while hardly the only variable, it is definitely among the biggest. The ecosystems of New Orleans in 1850 and Gulfport in 1810 were not that different…in terms of paved surfaces. And to this day, pavement plays a critical role in the survivability of street trees, though these days Gulfport and New Orleans trees both encounter largely similar urban impacts. So even if their origins are different (this Gulfport tree is probably grew on its own accord while the New Orleans ones did not), the conditions between the two today are relatively similar: not all that good, as you noticed. A tree along a dirt road already has an advantage because the imperviousness is its biggest potential stressor. But it would take some real detective work to determine exactly how old any of these trees are. You’ve definitely jumped on it with those great observations about the root system and its size in proportion to the crown.

  3. AvatarNici

    It seems in my zealousness to respond to your article I wrote more than was allowed for one post. I edited it down to fit; so I must apologize for my choppy first post. While my heart is always in my responses, my proof reading skills often are lacking. I did want to share with you the tree I “found” after reading this article (which didn’t make it into my first response).
    The other day sitting at a red light, I looked up to notice a huge live oak for the first time. I had seen the tree practically all my life but really never noticed her (being so stately I can’t bring myself to call the tree “it”). There she was a huge sprawling tree, moss on her branches, a picture of the south, sitting in a parking lot. I wish I could post the picture I took, as a picture is worth a thousand words. I found her in the Outback Steak House parking lot on the corner of Acadian and I 10. She sits in the middle of the parking lot; a bit more space is left around her than your “Biloxi Oak” four parking spaces. The landscaping is considerably better around her as the area is thriving. I hate to sound jaded, but being such a grand old lady on such a busy corner, I can’t help but think the reason for her surviving the parking lot was more due to aesthetics\advertising than love of the tree. She is positioned at just the right place; it looks as if she was almost placed there on purpose. That makes me wonder how many trees did not make cut, when the parking lot was paved?
    I followed the link to your post on Oak Alley while reading this article and found it quite interesting. When I read it, my first thought was if one of the trees dies that the spot should not be filled in with another tree. In essence, it was the tree that was more important than the whole. Then I ran into an article about the Youngsville Oak and its plight. The grand old oak seems to be in the way of progress, specifically in the way of a road. It has been decided that the mighty oak is to be transplanted to another location. I would think in a metropolis as large as Youngsville, La (I’m being sarcastic here) that the road could be diverted but the powers that be decided otherwise. The problem I have with this is that the tree was one of the original trees on Dr. Young’s property (founder of Youngsville). The tree is not just a big tree, it marks part of history. Would the Statue of Liberty mean as much if it was moved tomorrow to land locked Nebraska? Ok, I know the Youngsville Oak and the Statue of Liberty are different scales but you get my point. With the Youngsville Oak, I believe the original tree and its location is “point” whereas with Oak Alley after some thought I think the whole or “structure of Oak Alley” is more important than the tree.
    Who knows, in time, the Youngsville Oak might end up as a replacement tree for Oak Alley, stranger things have happened.


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