They Cut Down My Forest for a Million-Dollar View—So I Gave Them Something Permanent to Look At

Synopsis

The first thing I saw when I came home was sunlight where three hundred years of shade should have been. The second was my neighbor standing on one of my tree stumps with a champagne glass in his hand, telling a real estate photographer, “Now the house is finally worth something.” The third was my father’s brass boundary marker crushed beneath the tracks of…