Progress comes in many guises.

I remain in awe of the Chrysler Building and Brooklyn Bridge, but shudder when I see photos of the original Pennsylvania Station wantonly demolished and irreplaceable.

And what of the first inhabitants who knew only quiet waterways, vast meadows, and unobstructed vistas of the sky?  What would they think of the metropolis that is now in place? Would they admire it while the sun’s rays burst on panels of sleek glass and steel?

The concept of beauty evolves through time.

I am ambivalent about progress and change.