A silver lining to the mortgage problems of the U.S.

I love my "neighborhood."
I live on an interesting road. Until recently, it was narrow and graveled. It runs from one winding, country road to another, with an unnavigable series of creek beds in the hollow between. Although one half mile of our road still looks like the photo above, the sections on either end have been undergoing changes.
Last year, one end of our road was paved, a farmhouse and barns razed, and the land somewhat leveled. Electricity and water pipes were laid for a development.
As you can see, all work stopped soon after, and has naturalized again.
When I take walks or go for a run, this hopeless sign makes me unspeakably happy. I know that someone is losing money on the land, but my family is greatly relieved to keep this end of the road looking like the pastures and horse grazing land we've known it to be.

Soon I'll take pictures of my end of the hollow.