Here's a golf course just south of the Dulles Access Road surrounded by... well, nothing. But not for long!
The year is 1972. The bourgeoise frolic on the links while the
Wow, that didn't take long.
Some townhomes being built near
For some unknown reason, real estate developers thought that the presence of a golf course would be enough of a "selling point" for prospective residents of a planned community that they portrayed it prominently in their advertising. Go figure!
Some sweet sweet 80s visuals here. You just know that the guy is listening to some Glenn
This clever photographer hid a parcel of land with indeterminate zoning characteristics somewhere in this picture. Can you spot it?
Update: The Peasant From Less Sought-After South Reston contributes more inspired poetry.
"Imagine", as sung by the Developers’ Choir of Fairfax County and their minions on the Board of Supervisors
ReplyDelete(with apologies to the immortal John Lennon, although we suspect he would approve the sentiments expressed herein)
Imagine there’s no golf course
It’s easy if Reston tries
No green below us
Above us only high rise
Imagine all the cash we’re forfeiting today
Imagine there’s no green space
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing in a natural state
And no Browns Chapel too
Imagine all Reston living in Section 8
You, you may say
I’m a developer, but I’m not the only one
I hope some day to rezone you
And the Reston you know is done
Imagine no zoning laws
I wonder if you can
No need for a master plan
A brotherhood of greed
Imagine developers destroying all Reston
You, you may say
I’m a developer, but I’m surely not the best
I hope some day you’ll join us
And make Reston the new Tysons West
No Growth is Smart Growth. 'Nuff said.
ReplyDelete"Reston was planned for people who mix business with pleasure."
ReplyDeleteWell, if that's true the how the master plan for Reston didn't include a strip club?
Oh. That's right. I forgot. We do have a Victoria's Secret at RTC...which is basically a strip clug...and, of course, Ben and Jerry's... which might as well be a strip club, considering how they strip all the cash out of your wallet plus max out your credit cards just to purchase a microscopic smidgen of ice cream that would barely satisfy the cravings of an anorexic bumblebee.