A foreground of beauty and serenity. A background of emptiness and devastation. A golf course, made green and lush by extraordinary efforts, provides a feeling of security, luxury and Americana. But look into the distance and you see a desert, a sky made beige with a cloud of dust and the unmistakeable towers of oil wells and webs of power lines.

It is as though I’m standing in a protective dome with the rest of our post-apocalyptic world sitting outside this protective barrier. Juxtaposition of the magnanimous vs malignant.