This is the morning of the last day of field work in the West Farms. I woke up to the lightning flashes and thunder rumblings of a summer storm, and reports of dangerously high temperatures. So this should prove to be a dynamic final day.
The very first day of field work carried the threat of rain too. All day it misted. It was cool and damp with a bone penetrating chill.
It seems fitting to end under the threat of rain since those were the conditions of this project’s beginning. What have I learned? What did I find? How has this served the BRONX, the trees, me…?
The answer is in the tale, and the tale in the telling.
There will be more stories coming… may there forever be more stories.