William Bronson cites Beautiful California (Sunset) but declares that he lives in Ugly California. In an effort to light a candle and curse the darkness he writes of pollution (soot and corruption, hard sell in the sky--billboards, the mare's nest of wires and poles, ticky tacky houses) and destruction (the proliferation of roads built with the trucking interests in mind, land-wrecking, Bay fill-in projects, a gambling strip on Tahoe? the Redwoods). ""We have got to stop lying to ourselves and to stop living as if ours were to be the last generation on earth""--also lying to our children and teach them conservation instead of pap. Some positive measures, but the cursing seems predominant.