I walk to work through a park which traces the course of a narrow, shallow river. Park staff keep the river banks mown, reinforce stretches carried away by storm water, thin out bamboo groves and prune its many varied trees.
This was one of my favourites. It stood alone in a flat grassy area with a backdrop of bamboo which rendered the tree a sort solo performer on a stage. I’ve admired and photographed it for some years. The first photo was taken in 2022, the second on Monday and the last this morning.
It looked healthy. It was demonstrably a thing of beauty. If the City has plans for the area you would hope they accommodated the tree, but apparently not. Mystifying.
Today, as I finished surveying the damage a woman approached and we got talking after I pointed to what had happened. I showed her my photos and she was as shocked at the event as I, but in a stroke of luck she said she was either the Head or a member of the neighbourhood association and would be ringing City hall to ask for an explanation. She said she’d leave a message near the stump when she’d heard from them.
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