The riverfront wood panels are being reclaimed. Plants growing on plant product – wood being dead plants, fresh shoots cannibalising their cousins. This is the way of life, I guess. It doesn’t particular care about abstractions or ethics when survival itself is at stake. Life does what it needs to, you see. Whatever that is. The stone is maintained (for now) – and it lasts a bit longer. But life itself will always find a way to spread and grow. On a natural base, or an artificial one. This is true for weeds, or animals, or humans. We survive or die trying.