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Had no choice but to name this title after the stunningly colourful weed growth at the base of the rocks here.....
Taken a few days ago during a sunrise shoot at Burwood Beach (south of Merewether, Newcastle; NSW; Australia).
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Air Tanker in the distance dropping fire retardant on the Weed California fire near the California-Oregon border. The fire started on Sept. 15 and burned 479 acres within five days. The fast moving blaze nearly leveled an entire neighborhood -- destroying 150 homes and eight commercial properties and damaging four homes and three commercial buildings.
We were traveling on Interstate 5 nearby on our way to Ashland Oregon. When I took this photo.
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On a spring Sunday afternoon 16 years ago CSX was out working on some deforestation along the West Point Route as a weed sprayer is laying down the herbicide approaching Cusseta. Glad I came up here trying to find some light for an afternoon northbound, as this might be the only shot I have of that vintage signal at the XXB 101.3. It fell to modern "Vader" replacements in 2017 when CTC was extended south from West Point to Montgomery.
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Following on from yesterdays WOOL, I was going to do CORK today, but just couldn't make it work. So out into the garden where I'm spoilt for choice when it comes to WEEDs :))) This one is growing in a brick path, and will have to come out before it becomes a shrub.
How delighted I was to lift the leaf of a milk weed yesterday and find this precious monarch caterpillar..:)
I was applying weed killer to all the little yellow headed invaders which have chosen to take root between the stone in my yard. The instructions clearly state to keep all children and pets off area until solution is completely dried. Clearly the girls are not happy and would prefer I pull them all.
I didn't know what to write about this. I thought to quote Bill and Ben. Even the little ginger cat buried under what is now the stump of a Serviceberry was nicknamed weed because of her stature, like Bill and Ben's friend.
Wisely, I decided to sleep on the matter. Then this morning, someone did the creative hard yards for me:
Quoting from "The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark", written by Carl Sagan in 1995 and reproduced in a news article —
I have a foreboding of an America in my children’s or grandchildren’s time—when the United States is a service and information economy; when nearly all the key manufacturing industries have slipped away to other countries; when awesome technological powers are in the hands of a very few, and no one representing the public interest can even grasp the issues; when the people have lost the ability to set their own agendas or knowledgeably question those in authority; when, clutching our crystals and nervously consulting our horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline, unable to distinguish between what feels good and what’s true, we slide, almost without noticing, back into superstition and darkness. The dumbing down of America is most evident in the slow decay of substantive content in the enormously influential media, the 30-second sound bites (now down to 10 seconds or less), the lowest common denominator programming, credulous presentations on pseudoscience and superstition, but especially a kind of celebration of ignorance.
Now I have the missing analogy for why I didn't pull this weed from between the rows of Amish Paste and Principe Borghese tomatoes. It's still there with a self-sown Padron pepper. They are just being themselves and doing no harm. In time, this flower will produce seed, and productive offspring; a contribution for the better.
That little orange cat had a deformation in her spine and she couldn't walk properly. Yet she was the most charming little girl, mistress of the great hounds on which she slept, she'd ride across my shoulders as we walked over the paddock and down to the creek. She gave back so much.
Weeny Weed could have been culled, pulled out and discarded as could this mignonette lettuce. But she was living proof that not all weeds, not all bent out of shape orange creatures are an abomination.
The Scorpion Weed is just starting to unfurl here in the desert. Its delicate purple blossoms and graceful yellow anthers belie its prickly nature and capacity to inflict a nasty rash when touched by sensitive individuals.
Local human residents of the area often adopt a similar strategy to counteract the invasive species of wheeled and bi-pedal migrations brought on by the warm weather and its mass exodus and migration from the environmental and economic niche of its urban garden.
The best treatment for the ensuing rash of red-faced snarky rude is the application of a smile along with prevention from future contact and isolation from the offending creepers.
I got tired of working on the computer, so I worked outside all day until almost dinner time.
weed and chomp and haul.
I usually have no problem with the SX-70 and PX600 film, but I took 4 shots and all 4 were bad,
so I fiddled with PS. I adjusted levels and converted to b&w and made 2 barely visible. the third was a complete wash, and the fourth, all you could see was my elbow, and you couldn't see it very good.
days like that.