The saddest thing at my work is the destruction of trees. This is a very large building, over a city block and is surrounded by semi parkland. They are taking out trees left, right and center. Just this week a tree was too close to the power lines, did they prune it? Nope, took it out. Now they are going to wipe out a beautiful grove of trees because they are rooting the pavement slightly and a wall. It can be fixed but no it is easier just to take them out. Even the parking lot had this wonderful grove of trees, but slowly and surely they are taking them down. When I asked they gave me a bullshit answer that they have to plant two new trees for every one they take out but since I have been here about 20 trees have been destroyed and only two have been planted. Often the reason the trees are taken out makes no sense, for instance they took out some trees because they were putting in security cameras and wanted better views. Only problem is they took the trees out before they put the cameras in and so the destroyed trees offered no rational improvement on security sight lines. In Melbourne I lived in a beautiful tree filled burb with wobbly sidewalks, even the roads were rooted, it gave the place character and grace. Not Perth, in Perth they chop every living thing down in the name of safety and sterile, concrete perfection. You should see the new housing developments here, very expensive homes built in these desert waist lands because the developers chopped down every living tree to cram as many homes together as they could. Then they plant these sticks that will take decades to grow which will only be chopped down once they are beautiful because of rooting. Too many Western Australians have this hack and barbaric view of what beauty is, for them it is concrete and sterile stone. I suppose this is what happens to a culture when it's economy is based on the dumb luck of digging rocks out of the ground.