I ride my bicycle to UM everyday. On the way I can see many fancy houses and because those houses lack a fence, I can see their frontyard. The greenest grass lies on the ground like a huge homogen carpet. Over it, huge palm trees seem to have been recently transplantated and now they provide shade to nothing but two empty and static rocking chair. At the beginning I enjoyed the landscape, however after months going to UM trhough that same way I realized there is something weird on those gardens. How can the grass be so green and clean? Why there is not anybody sitting on those chairs whenever I pass by? How can this landscape be so lifeless?
The answer for that is the intense care wealthy people have over their private property. They hire some hispanic leaf blower operator to keep the place free of any undesired decomposed substance. I had never heard a sound of a leaf blower before coming to Miami. The first time I heard it I did not know what it was and it made me so irritated. When I realized it was a machine to blow leaves I could finally understand why those gardens are so clean. I also noticed that the same people were doing this job. And they were not the owners of the houses, but hispanic men from lower classes that come everyday to coral gables to spend a few hours of their days handling that noisy and unhealthy machine.  
On my last essay I want to use the image of the gardens in Coral Gables and the Leaf Blower to make a representation of social interactions between locals, exiles and mobiles in the city of Miami. My audience would be the wealthy class. Metaphorically saying, I want to make them keep the leaves fallen on their property by the trees - that were not theirs before - instead of blowing them somewhere else.