What I choose to show, once, is the tension between the beauty of the natural world and our failure of respect. Look, look at those intricate and delicate seeds packed into pink seed capsules which split to release a host of seeds, each a parachute of feather-white to wing it away on the air. Pure poetry.
Set against that a disregard for the air we breathe, for the beauty of the natural world. Surely we can do better.