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The Juniper Queen
For the past six consecutive years, I have been blessed to travel with friends to Central Florida to fish, tell lies, unwind and most importantly, to photograph. For half of those visits, hurricanes have played both major and minor roles on when or even if we could go. A lady named Irma, toppled ancient trees and raising the water level for months to follow, hit this area hard a year ago last month. Our yearly October 2017 trip was canceled and rescheduled for April 2018.
Arriving seven months after Irma’s wrath, her impact remained evident both above and below the waters surface. It was during our first trip to the mouth of the Juniper River that I noticed her once again sitting high above her domain, the Juniper Queen. I had reached a point in our relationship that I almost expected her to be there for my arrival. On each of my previous visits I would photograph her as we passed under her to get to our favorite fishing holes, but on this April day, something was noticeably different. After taking a few shots, I cropped into the shot on the back of my camera to better see what was catching my eye.
Sadness quickly became the mood of the moment as I viewed her portrait; it was evident that this old girl had been battered about severely. Feathers from the top of her head were missing and her normally brilliant white majestic head was several shades of gray. She had several wing and chest feathers protruding at all available angles, she just looked sick. The only good news was that she was still with us, holding firmly to her spot.
Wondering what could have torn her up like that, my mind turned quickly to Irma and the battle for survival that must have taken place with all of God’s creatures in a hurricane. I pictured her riding out Irma right there; in her spot with the same attitude and gusto of Lt. Dan riding out the hurricane in Forest Gump, asking along the way “is this all you got?” Her photos from last April were so sad, I’m pretty sure that I simply deleted them. No lady wants her picture taken looking so poorly.
Earlier this month, as we cut across Lake George heading for the Juniper River, I could see from a distance that she was still there, holding her own…a blessing for us both. With the dark skies of one of Hurricane Michaels last bands behind her I took this shot. Looking so much better, so much stronger and as they say “Large and in charge” the queen was in fact back and in charge of her domain, with her newly developed head feathers protruding like a much deserved crown.
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Sensing it was still a thorny issue with her after all this time. He decided it was best to just drop it altogether.
Love is pure - it has no boundaries... It's full of empathy and joy, it's sincere and has no limits...and as long as you're together facing the same direction - nothing else matters.
Being the busybody that I am - you know me, I offered to help a tourist take pictures of his wife.
It made me realize one thing.
When I am not on celibacy mode, you’ll never see me trying to awkwardly pose for my partner. I’m THE ONE with the camera, YOU POSE as I show you, lemme do the craft.
This attitude might explains the celibacy. And why kind people turn into narcissistic bastards when they’re too close to me. Which is why I can’t show you any picture of the emotional pyro Canadian Trudeau lookalike who lived with me for a bit.
Am I writing a manifesto? I need sleep.
Too much caffeine for a coherent stream of consciousness essay.
I apologize.
The lady on the picture was kind.
Canon 580EXII with a honeycomb in the doorway facing her. A yongnou flash with a white through umbrella facing him.
This photo was taken on the beach where I stayed with my grandfather back in 2008. I always think of (any) relationship as a two way street. You get & you give... And then they can turn into the most rewarding thing in the world 💛
Up into the light...after a few minutes downstairs at Caves Sao Joao really makes you crave sunlight.
That seems to be the kind of relationship with this perennial weed that belongs in the Asteraceae (Sunflower) family.
Gorgeous, no? Most all farms have water requirements. Thus farmers must take actions to match available water to those requirements Either adjustment to pH, softening, carbonate removal, etc. Specifically for Schwarzwald, a reduction modification in pH and thus carbonate removal is desired, Both continuously and batch applications are desired. Continuously to make the minor pH adjustments for keeping carbonates in solution and batch adjustments for low rain year supplemental irrigation. This standard, and consequently predictable, non_OMRI practice calls for the direct injection of Sulfuric Acid. The process isn't the problem, it is the acid. Derived from petroleum source, it also has the hitch hikers come along with it. Thus Schwarzwald Almonds will be installing the ability to inject a slightly different form of the acid but from an OMRI approved source, an installed sulfur burner will provide the continual adjustment to pH. Studies with sulfur burners show a 12 to 20% increase in production compared to Sulfuric Acid. I think it is the lack of the hitch hikers from the Sulfuric Acid source. Because the sulfur burner still make Sulfuric Acid and diluted with water makes a sulfurous acid. Same same.
What is the pond for you ask. End of production year, I'll fill the pond to safe a level, adjusted for anticipated rain. I'll then start recirculating the pond water with the sulfur burner to lower the pH of the storage water, via solar panels because we are off grid, to that of rain, well in that direction. This will be used to supplement the historical annual winter rains, 12" at minimum, for salt flushing. I can't wait to hear the hollows of my neighbors that I'm irrigating during a rain event?
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Many of you know Ive been through hard times lately. Most of you don't know all that it entails.
I was in a very very very dark relationship. I won't go into all the details but it was very dark sick and disturbed. It wasn't until I saw a documentary about a man who killed a few of his wife's and his patterns of behavior that I finally realized I couldn't ignore my stomach any longer.
Today I know I was such a lonely person to have been able to marry a man I was never attracted to and never loved. How lonely and sad was I to have been able to do it.
Packing up my home and all my stuff before leaving the country I remember folding up my wedding dress and bursting into tears. I thought being married would be it. Would mean I made it across the horribly cold and cruel ocean. Everyone said I was a beautiful bride. I just remember being miserable feeling ugly and being embarrassed of him….
Then I fell pregnant. I don't even get how as we would never have sex. I mean the sex was terrible. And by him trying to control me and make me an emotional mess he wouldn't have sex with me with the most ridiculous reasons. And I felt so pathetic having to complain about it when I hated sleeping with him in the first place. But he always said if we cheat or get divorced one of us will die. So.. I was constantly scared.
He got me pregnant when he started to realize I was onto all his lies and stories. I constantly asked questions and would display disbelief at everything he said, Especially when it started to be against my family.
The doctor said I have a very big fyroid in my uterus and that it could affect the baby and that I have to stay calm and still for the first trimester as to not abort. My husband would come home everyday and pick fights with me about made up stories just to make me upset. I would cry for hours and he would scream at me "Look at what your family is doing to you !!"
As I said, I was in a very dark place.
I didn't care anymore about what people think. I finally realized I could hate myself so much and hate my life so much to choose to live in a dumpster, but what has this baby done to deserve to be born in one? And what do i want to teach this human about life? If Im too scared to live it.
This pregnancy woke me up in ways I never thought I would wake up.
I was victimizing myself my entire life and I wasn't gonna do that as a mother.
I packed up my things in the middle of the night and slept on the sofa.
In the morning he called me to the room…His breath stank so badly as he would never (ever) brush his teeth. I remember pulling away, The entire room smelled of his stench. He asked me to kiss him I think and I said no and just stared at him blankly. "Whats the matter now?" he asked " I can't believe a word that comes out of your mouth anymore and I will not live like that! You have one last chance to tell me the truth or its over."
He started screaming at me of course ,I left to the lounge waited quietly for him to leave the house as his driver was down stairs. He screamed until he walked out of the door and then I called a taxi with all my things in plastic bags and left.
4 days later I packed the house up while he was in Italy. And the day after the trucks came I had an abortion.
The next time I saw him was 2 weeks later at the divorce court.
That same night I left the country and I can't even bare to think about going back.
My due date was the 24th of this month. As the date comes closer it itches at my skin and burns on my cheeks as a tear falls down.
Its not a sadness about motherhood. Its a sadness of a fantasy. I thought being married and pregnant is the end of all loneliness and hardships. I thought reaching something that always seemed out of reach would bring happiness.
Today I have myself and I own my life like I never did before.
And I thank him for showing me how to set my self free of that dumpster.
I have no doubt I will be a mother one day, But now I know it can't come at any price. And if I go after the right thing for the wrong reasons it will crumble to pieces.
I still haven't found my inspiration for new work. That is something he was killing off in me and its still struggling to wake up. But I will not rest until its back.
I am now 9 months after the worst I have ever experienced and its time to wake up, Forgive, smile, and Love.
The hike to the lower falls is really beautiful. Except the water is ice cold, even in hot summer weather. Determine your partner's hiking ability and tolerance for discomfort before you coerce them to visit the falls
I thought this couple well captured the mood of the Minneapolis Pride Parade. It was a great day for everyone.
Ellos están preñados, así en la Tierra como en el Cielo, unidos pero enfrentados a la fría dulzura de un Across the Universe que se aleja lejos y a la tibia extrañeza de un Marte(s) que se acerca denso.
Como dice Rosa: Toda fecundación se realiza en la oscuridad.
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They are pregnant, and on Earth and Heaven, united but faced with the cold sweetness of an Across the Universe far and away and the strangeness of a lukewarm TuesdayMar(s) approaching dense.
As Rosa says: Any fertilization takes place in the dark.
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