Three trees in front of the dormant construction site have in their autumn changes taken on the identical red and green colors of this seemingly-abandoned building-once-to-be. A non-domicile for many that has stood there for so long, unmoving and unmoved, its leafy neighbors perceive it to be a natural formation and have sought to camouflage themselves from urban predators, adopting its motif.
But what do trees know of urban predators? They know of mites and such, but not developers.
And therein lies the rub.
For camouflaged as city structure, these lush, ringed towers of time may well be demolished, replaced by high-priced condos.
While the development they mimic, forgotten in some economic collapse, is reclaimed by nature and covered with leaves.