From Endless Pines to Oil Mines
Suddenly, the tranquil beauty is interrupted. Through the trees, he glimpses smokestacks gushing a steady stream of black exhaust.
As he wanders farther, the landscape becomes patchy. Desolate stretches of dry earth speckle the dense woodland. Piles of axed tree trunks line his path. He continues his morning hike until the forest reaches an abrupt end.
There, muted blacks and browns replace hues of rich green. A barren abyss stretches as far as his eyes can see.
A thick, dark substance coats the grainy soil.
“It looks like a giant crater came and just wiped out thousands of miles of trees,” Pye says.