“Environmentalism doesn’t always mean don’t build anything. It just means do it smarter.”
Like the flick of an aperture, Will Dunaway snaps back to visions of his grandmother’s Hillsborough County chicken farm.
A slow pan down a dirt road. The heavy smell of sun-punished hen houses. An oak silhouette dripping with moss, standing colossal, lonely and sacred in a hot pasture.
There’s a stream. And beyond the stream, Dunaway remembers the wilderness. Infinity. Forever. A green vastness that wrapped the tiny farm — sweating, breathing and watching from beyond that stream. It was Florida.