Goodbye King street Trees

I've already posted this on my facebook and I normally keep my fb-world and blog-world seperate but I thought this was important as a blog post, documenting my life happenings :)

So two houses ago, actually the first house I lived in with Ben after I broke my ankle, was a share house we called King Street (for a super obvious reason). This place sat on top of prime real estate and us renters were just filling a void until it got sold. Well it was sold and we moved out and it sat there for a year or so doing its thing, until our friend posted a photo of its now vacant block. I'm still in shock thinking of all the amazing trees they pulled down in place for a childcare centre. I'm shocked that years of growth and beauty can't win against a car park or that they couldn't at least keep a few of the trees in. 

I went to photograph the block and saw a large graff piece which in turn had me smiling from ear to ear. As I was taking photos a neighbour walked over and asked if I was responsible for the sign. I had to laugh and then explained my interest in the house. He told me they are going to put in some medium sized trees and also pointed out a sign about using the cut down trees to re-purpose into furniture for the day care - a sort of peace offering. In my head I still can't understand it, don't kids love trees? Actually wait, I totally understand it, real estate is big bucks and they paid a lot to be able to do what they want with it. Still the whole thing just left me feeling incredibly sad.  I dug through my Flickr and compiled a bunch of pretty photos of the yard and trees and plants as a tribute of sorts and the only thing I knew to do :) I miss you trees and I'm sure lots of other do to!

Looking back through my flickr I was so grateful of every single photo I had taken (although I'll admit a little sad that I didn't get a more documentary-overall-photo of the block!).  Sometimes I feel like a weirdo for taking so many photos, sometimes people will comment that I should just enjoy the moment and I get super guilted.  At the time, you'll never think you'll forget a moment but I know I do (made worse by my super clumsy memory). King Street was a good reminder that photos are important to me, not to worry by how many I take and ignore any conflicting comments :P

and the sign...

I honestly think the pecan and macadamia tree, the frangipani flowers, the birds and the butterflies, the shade and the prettiness win out over furniture and play equipment.