In junior high school, I first used a camera, a Kodak Brownie 127, to snap photos of pollution and waste in my home town, Danbury, Connecticut.
Nature and the environment have been near and dear to me, after all, we depend on both and at times, mankind wages war on both.
In my hometown is the Still River. Once so polluted, it was had water that was blackish, traces of blue and purple water and slime, done in by decades of using the river as a dumping place for industrial output.
After many decades of clean up, it is now a river where people can fish once more and enjoy the river.
Much is made about conservative or this or that.
Looking up the word, conservation, I found, the act of conserving; prevention of injury, decay, waste, or loss; preservation: conservation of wildlife; conservation of human rights.
And yet, while we say conservative, we don’t seem to hold true to the meaning of being conservative, when we call for more exploitation of the natural world.
Conservation is important, as we wreck the environment and then spend millions, billions and into the trillions to repair the damage we have done.
Had it not been for people, Conservationist’s acting to conserve and protect an area, we would not have this little wildflower anymore.
Sure, it’s a little wildflower, blooms once a year and clings to near barren soil, but, it serves to remind us of what the natural has, and what has been lost, and how we as the predominant species, can be better stewards of our land, water and air.