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Walking along the gravel-covered track that surrounds the tranquil pond, I hear the ducks nearby. The fish can be seen swimming patterns near the top of the water and the crickets wail their night song. With the southerly breeze, I can smell the country air as it fills my lungs. The inviting bench lures me to take a respite from my midnight stroll, and the calm summer night at the waters edge seems to be far enough away from the city to forget all of the hustle and bustle. Like all things seemingly perfect, this wonderful taste of the outdoors has its downfall; it is in the middle of Tulsa. The Park is comfortably placed on the southern side of a major street. It is surrounded by light commercial and moderately heavy residential buildings and homes, and is only minutes away from mini-malls and corporate offices. The park is only a prostetic device used to fill the growing divide between man and nature.
Throughout time, Americans have grown to become more centralized and urban. Hundreds of years ago, America had tribes of migrant Indians and small villages of English settlers. Now the small villages have taken shape to metropolises, and the time for moving cross-country in search of food has turned to a short drive to the local grocery store. Tulsa is no different a place than that of early settlers, and has become a machine of urbanization powered by consumers who need reminding of a time when nature was at their doorstep and not a ten minute drive down the super-highway.
The city-locked park was once a small field near the edge of a growing town. As the city has grown and stretched further into the country, concrete jungles consumed the field. It was created by heavy machinery which dug into the Earth to create a pond and the track was machined. The borders of the pond are tapered to round corners so that it has a more natural look, and the half-mile track lazily curves around the water so that it does not boast the appearance of being man-made. Just beyond the borders of the pond lay a housing addition of million-dollar homes, and an upscale apartment complex of young professionals. Adjacent to these homes is a strip-mall for the convenience of its local city faring consumers. All day and into the night, people walk and run along the track and sit near the waters edge feeding the ducks. They use this place for exercise and to escape the pressures of the city life. The small man-made taste of nature brings most a since of peace, but is no less a structure of a growing society as the skyscraper that you can see over the top of the surrounding tree line. A glimpse of nature, which the parks developers considered this park, is not what the park is to us as a society. It is more a place where we can be reminded of our forgetfulness of our true purpose.
As we continue to grow into a world of less nature and more development, we are growing further apart from our roots as hunters and gatherers. With every generation, the correlation between society and our place in nature is becoming less apparent. The place we have in nature is not clearly defined; however, that does not mean we should put so much distance between society and nature. Scary is the thought of the only country side that the next generation of Americans will see is that which we have decided to build. We are doomed to see the rainforests and grass covered plains replaced with Super Wal-Marts and big enough parking spaces to not have to worry about door-dings on all the oversized vehicles that drain the Earths natural resources by 20 gallons everyday. The only lions and horse we will see will be the stuffed carcasses at the local wildlife exhibit showing all the exotic mammals which we have pushed out of this world for the sake of corporate mergers and a global economy. The only reflection of society that this park has is that we are beginning to forget the importance of wildlife and things of nature, and the park is only a vestige of our ancestral pursuit of purpose.
Throughout time, Americans have grown to become more centralized and urban. Hundreds of years ago, America had tribes of migrant Indians and small villages of English settlers. Now the small villages have taken shape to metropolises, and the time for moving cross-country in search of food has turned to a short drive to the local grocery store. Tulsa is no different a place than that of early settlers, and has become a machine of urbanization powered by consumers who need reminding of a time when nature was at their doorstep and not a ten minute drive down the super-highway.
The city-locked park was once a small field near the edge of a growing town. As the city has grown and stretched further into the country, concrete jungles consumed the field. It was created by heavy machinery which dug into the Earth to create a pond and the track was machined. The borders of the pond are tapered to round corners so that it has a more natural look, and the half-mile track lazily curves around the water so that it does not boast the appearance of being man-made. Just beyond the borders of the pond lay a housing addition of million-dollar homes, and an upscale apartment complex of young professionals. Adjacent to these homes is a strip-mall for the convenience of its local city faring consumers. All day and into the night, people walk and run along the track and sit near the waters edge feeding the ducks. They use this place for exercise and to escape the pressures of the city life. The small man-made taste of nature brings most a since of peace, but is no less a structure of a growing society as the skyscraper that you can see over the top of the surrounding tree line. A glimpse of nature, which the parks developers considered this park, is not what the park is to us as a society. It is more a place where we can be reminded of our forgetfulness of our true purpose.
As we continue to grow into a world of less nature and more development, we are growing further apart from our roots as hunters and gatherers. With every generation, the correlation between society and our place in nature is becoming less apparent. The place we have in nature is not clearly defined; however, that does not mean we should put so much distance between society and nature. Scary is the thought of the only country side that the next generation of Americans will see is that which we have decided to build. We are doomed to see the rainforests and grass covered plains replaced with Super Wal-Marts and big enough parking spaces to not have to worry about door-dings on all the oversized vehicles that drain the Earths natural resources by 20 gallons everyday. The only lions and horse we will see will be the stuffed carcasses at the local wildlife exhibit showing all the exotic mammals which we have pushed out of this world for the sake of corporate mergers and a global economy. The only reflection of society that this park has is that we are beginning to forget the importance of wildlife and things of nature, and the park is only a vestige of our ancestral pursuit of purpose.