A family homestead, a tankhouse, a San Joaquin Valley dairy, a beautiful, majestic eucalyptus tree, or a lovely hillside, all are soon to be destroyed to make way for the construction of a business park, a new subdivision, a parking lot, or a major superstore.  As a witness to this urban encroachment and seeing the rich valley soil of our ancestors vanish, my emotions compel me to record visually the landscape of our forefathers. These sights, light, shadows, sounds, smells, colors, and moods must be preserved. Someone must speak for the land. This is my mission.  I am speaking for the land.