I see these murals as ideas to be contemplated, rather than antidotes for the visual consequences of thoughtless development. In all the instances where these murals were located, they acted as escapes from their bleak surroundings. They were found on the walls of tattered stores, bars, laundry mats and the structural support of highways. Instead of making one forget about their surroundings, these murals stand as sobering reminders of our lost. These unspoiled scenes of nature sadden us because they are in an important sense, no longer true. They mostly reside in the confines of parks that we occasional visit. These visits consist of photographing ourselves against the natural scenery. This ritual reminds me of the fondness we have for the natural landscape and the price we pay for success.