Someone said beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I was born in Cortez in July 1930 and to me beauty is, or should I say was, the beautiful bays, bayous, ponds, creeks and streams, the piney wood forest, the oaks with moss hanging from their beautiful branches, the palmettos that went for miles and miles; the red, the white, and black mangroves; the buttonwood trees and gumbolimbos, seagrapes, cedars and guavas that grew on every mile of shoreline; the fiddler flats, the terripens, and the scallops, which covered the grassy bay bottoms every summer.
All you need to do was walk out and pick them up. Clams and unpolluted oysters were plentiful.
The raccoons, wild cats, deer, an occasional panther, wild hogs and turkeys, ducks, and the cracker houses we lived in were beautiful to me.
Then came what the TVs and newspapers called "land developers," which are really "land destroyers."
I have seen many hurricanes in my 85 years in Cortez but none have done as much to destroy this beauty as the developers, or destroyers, have done.
The sad thing is it's too late to do anything about it because it's all about money, and if they ever get all they want, they won't care that they have destroyed the most beautiful thing in the world.