This is almost enough to be deliciously ironic. I wrote a poem about and continue to be amazed by the Earth's ability to wipe clean the slate and erase the footprint of man. If a house is left for even a few years in a moderately wooded area, the land starts to reclaim it pretty fast. Eventually, the Earth leaves no trace of our existence and is changing all the time, regardless of how much we try to freeze a snapshot of it in time.