The Bulldozer in the Garden. They Came For Our Street... On the Front Lines in Quincy

What happens... when the bulldozer and the backhoe pay a visit to your street, and camp out in front of your house, and dig in for a good long stay....? Some friends come by: Steam rollers large and small, dump trucks, steam shovels, an enormous cement mixer the size and shape of a submarine on wheels, and guys with tools big enough to break chunks off of curbstones and pull the roots off trees... and, eventually, men who stand on their shovels. 
           Posted here are photos of the backhoe ripping up pieces of our driveway (in the cause, no doubt, of replacing them with something better), the crane-like shovel and the dump truck that is receiving fragments of destroyed pavement, the shovel in the act of lifting those driveway blacktop fragments, the monster shovel sending its enormous insect-like proboscis directly our way (where will it stop?), and the guy standing on his shovel, having already removed pieces of the fragile organic life growing too close to the action.  

           The photos were taken yesterday (Oct. 8), a morning unhappily overwhelmedby the ceaseless machine-age roar of cement-mixers and other monsters of road and side construction industry. 

             It sounds like a war zone, and I don't think we're winning. 

            The action, which continued today (Oct. 9) began back in August, when the machines destroyed the old road by pounding it ceaselessly with an enormous weight to pulverize it into little pieces that were shoveled up into dump trucks and carted away to wherever construction debris goes to pollute the earth we continue to abuse... Much better for the world to tear up the asphalt jungle all around us and allow nature to replace it with a rain forest... or, in our case, a wild New England woodland.