BIT: Monday Op-Ed
Bag lovers and pro-wind activists, rejoice. We are witnessing a renaissance in the city. The leaves have turned, dried up, and gone. And what they've revealed is nothing short of spectacular. All over Mobtown, plastic fruit is in bloom, more so than I've seen in recent memory. It's a romantic time—one we should relish each and every day, for although the bags are now revealed in the trees' naked branches, we know that much sooner than we'd like to think, they will once again be concealed. I was fortunate to witness the genesis of one of the objects of our affection here on the streets and in the trees of Baltimore. As I was leaving my neighborhood, I happened to catch the image of a plastic turquoise bag as it danced through the air, nearly 10 feet off the ground. I followed it's trajectory until it landed effortlessly, coming to rest in warm embrace of a tree's fragile branches. It was a poignant moment that will remain with me through the winter months. Although the leaves are gone, the trees are giving birth. Savor it.