Leaving Giant Footprints


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It’s really hard being a poor American and a nature lover living in a way that doesn’t contribute to the collective footprint on the environment of the world. You can be a vegan and you can walk everywhere and live in a cardboard box and you’re still playing into the industrialized global destruction of the planet. Especially if you’re poor. Being rich doesn’t help either. Americans walk on the backs of somebody somewhere everyday. If you drink a coke you’re supporting illegal child labor. If you use an iPhone you’re supporting crooked mining companies in Africa and horrid labor practices in China so you can Snap chat at a greater speed. That shrimp you like is possibly processed in a warehouse using slave labor. Many American companies have factories in countries with few regulations where they pollute and pay slave wages. In return for the subjugation of the worlds poor and the lands they live in we get to have neat shiny objects and great snack foods.

My guilt that I feel for my consumerism is mainly around the deforestation that is caused by the cheap foods and drinks I consume everyday. Fucking palm oil and those poor starving orangutans crawling out of acres of tree stumps down to the logging roads, they’re on my mind every time I eat shit food or use cheap detergent. I buy snacks to put in my pack for my hikes, and American snacks that are processed and packaged are horrible things. The wrappings alone probably give us health problems and then they’re full of preservatives, but the fucking palm oil from Borneo is just a nightmare situation for appeasing that sweet tooth on a hike. That palm oil is in most of the snacks and sweet things you eat and many other household items.

I was sitting by a pond today lined with willow trees. Beavers love young willow trees, as they eat the bark. Willow trees also have a chemical called salicin. Salicin kills pain and reduces fever and luckily is produced in labs to make aspirin. So, I was looking at these willow trees and thinking how horrible it would be if they were harvested for something somebody needed in some foreign land and all the animals that relied on them perished as a result. It’s a horrible apocalyptic image that is a reality for people in Borneo everyday so that I can eat Doritos with my gas station hot dog or have my Ramen noodles. Also, the share holders get to be fat cats by providing us with cheap palm oil laced foods. The one percent play a huge part in fucking us all over. From the fat fuck Cheetos addict to the orphaned starving orangutan, they’re both getting screwed for the bottom line. It’s all about profits. As the poverty stricken, broken down, nearing middle age American nature lover with few choices for comfort, I can only suck on my guilt and sweet snacks. I can also write and hope somebody else feels shitty enough to eat less snacks tomorrow when they get bored or hungry or sad and eat some disgusting food made in a factory powered on the blood of the world.

Getting too wordy. Have empathy for life and try to make a smaller footprint.



sick of the woods : a poem of sorts


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strangers passing by on the trail

leaving signs on the trees and in the brush

making refugees of the wild

so much trash so much noise so much graffiti so much harm to trees and flowers

the ditches there and back are full of bones and death

invasive species of plants and insects

brought here by industrialized conservation and consumerism in tires and in lumber

every year some new allergies or itch for people and death by beetle for the trees

the intensity of the sun and erratic weather with climate change

every trace being left behind

just sick of the woods as society invades them every pleasant day and weekend


Donald Trumps Khaki Clad Child Army


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I didn’t watch or listen to Donald Trumps address to the Boy Scouts. I’ve heard his speeches enough to know that at this point he’s just on repeat pep rally mode. We’ve been hearing the same incoherent ramblings for nearly two years. The ramblings often reaffirm a culture war that has divided the country between progressive thinkers and fans of 1950’s television reruns. If you’re a boy scout chanting “USA USA”, you most likely have been listening to your segregationist grandpa in agreement over NASCAR and Natty Lite. That’s a grandpa culture that wants bathroom laws, thinks the “blacks” ruined pretty much everything, thinks the “gay agenda” could very possibly convince you to switch teams at some point, and that Obama wasn’t an American president but some African Muslim anti-Christ. This is the same culture that supported King George and manifest destiny and slavery and fought against unions with billy clubs. These backwards thinkers are a constant part of every society dating back to the creation of recorded history. They don’t represent the Boy Scouts, but they do see the Boy Scouts as an institution representing their America. Even the scouts are on board with social changes that promote equality and everyone belonging to one community as Americans. Of course there’s going to be the classic stereotype scout master of the 90’s that molest boys and wants prayer in school to promote their brand of Christian values. It might be the norm in the Boy Scouts to rally behind Trump or it might be regional as most politics and cultural boundaries are. It doesn’t really matter. That speech was directed at Trumps army of culture warriors that are his base and believe in the culture and the president more than America and democracy or civil rights. Progressives need to recognize that there is always that part of society that will see fascism or something like it attractive and supportive to their culture and beliefs. I just hope people continue to pay attention, don’t put themselves in a bubble, progress towards an acceptance of things grandpa says is an agenda, and vote. Trump and his goons clearly don’t understand how the constitution works. All we have to do to stave off any army of khaki-clad youths is let our voices be heard and vote. Plan ahead and research what it takes and vote. Don’t wait until October or November 2018. Don’t just post memes and comment on Facebook and then stay home when it matters. Be like the Boy Scouts and be prepared and do your duty to defend democracy from a culture that uses it to take it away from your culture.

Aquaculture, Overpopulation, and a world dieing under a pile of shit.


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I was watching a PBS special about the fish we eat and its benefits to our health and where it comes from and how it’s fished. It was very informative and scary. For example theres slavery involved in the shrimp industry. I’m no longer eating shrimp. American Salmon is caught by Americans and shipped to China where unregulated things go on and its shipped back with mystery ingredients. Im checking to make sure where my fish comes from for now on and exactly whats in it. The scariest thing I learned about was the amazing amount of shit that comes out of aquaculture farms. It’s literally leaving large dead areas in the sea. In Norway, Salmon and Trout farms produce more shit than the population of Norway. The shit just settles and kills all life and spreads disease and sea lice to the fish. Everything we produce for food, even the vegan gruel, produces large amounts of shit that ends up in aquifers, small streams, rivers, lakes, seas, and oceans. There’s just way too much shit in this overpopulated world. For me the shit is the worst thing. Peoples outdated septic tanks, dog shit, chicken shit, Salmon farm shit, hikers pooping too close to streams and not burying their shit. Its fucking disgusting and its making our planet sick. Millions of poor people around the world get sick and many die from so much in their environment. These poor people have to take antibiotics for being around shit so much that antibiotics aren’t working so well for Americans who pretend like they’re above the shit. Thats some serious shit people. Im nearing 300 words in a world that doesn’t read for shit. So just think on the shit your food produced.

The Taboo Boob and its Lonely Journey

In a strange culture beset by violence and infatuations with god and drugs there was an outcast. This lonely outcast was hated and feared for it held great mysterious powers. Some said it gave life and was a beautiful thing but the angry old men in power said it was immoral and dangerous. The powers of morality said it must be covered with creative disgiuses and pixilated cirlces so that children and proper citizens may not be tempted to fornicated at the very site of it. So this outcast lived covered and shamed. It’s name wasn’t understood by it but it had one and it was refered to as girls at times as though it was part of a pair or maybe a group. It was a lonely journey for this “boob”. It went out often but as mentioned before it was always covered and pushed up and when it was finally allowed to breath it was in the dark or immersed in water.


Shooting in B+W is colorful


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I love black and white photos. I think they have more personality and somehow tell a better story than colorful vivid images. I don’t know how or why as its just my perspective, but I’ll try to explain. A black and white for me shows a scene in action. I feel like I can see the movement of what’s unfolding. There’s more depth and texture that’s at times hidden from colors running together. I take quite a few myself and really enjoy it so I’ll just finish this by posting those. A picture is worth a thousand words anyway.

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Fucking Rich People


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You grew up poor and you’re going to die poor like generations before you. Capitalism was created by a man who believed compassion was a natural human feeling. The truth is people are cannibals, rapists, narcissists, predators, and status junkies. The truth is capitalism leaves room for advancement by only the most exceptional of people. The truth is you wont get anywhere with voting for old men from Vermont or protesting with your coworkers for higher wages. Rich people live in a bubble where all women can afford birth control and homeless vets begging for change are just bums. The rich think you have it good if you have a microwave and your heat hasn’t been turned off. The American people are sick and tired from working shit jobs for people spending twenty grand on sweet sixteen parties and buying new cars for their kid’s birthday parties. The American people can’t call in sick when they have the flu while a CEO spends his winter in Bali. The American people need to quit taking this shit. Our volunteer military is putting their lives on the line for bankers trade routes while their family is left behind in trailer parks and ghettos. Why are people so desperate for that sign on bonus and free community college in the richest country ever? If the American people want change they need to imitate the sons of liberty. We don’t have ships of tea to raid but we have Wal-Marts and McDonald’s everywhere. If people want their voices heard those are soft targets full of cheap shit. If that doesn’t help Google tar and feather and think of your asshole middle management boss. If people want to change their lives, gender battles is the wrong direction. Look to the fucking rich people you strangely idolize with reality shows and subsidise with your taxes and take them down.

The Fairies


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You can walk into the woods alone and feel like you’re watched, you’re followed, you’re teased. You hear birds sing, eagles scream, branches squeak, and the winds whisper or howl. These are natural sounds and they feed your natural fears. You should take these haunting sounds in as the music of paradise. Throw away your feelings of fear and feel at home. Let the woods, the forests, the grasslands, the mountains, the swamps, and the deserts be your humble home. These places are full of spirituality and life and are our garden home. Mother nature gives us these places that have sustained humankind for 100,000 years. 2017-03-01_04-56-55

Sometimes though there are sounds that just aren’t quite right and feelings that should be a warning. Mother nature has guardians. People used to know this. It’s been forgotten in this industrialized revolution. We pollute and litter and trap and hunt and take down mountains and deforested the forest and drain the swamps and flood the deserts. We the people take too much and give nothing back but death and waste. We are ignoring the dangers and we are deaf to the warnings. We watch the droughts and dust storms and wildfires and diseases flood over great areas like a black cloud. We watch and turn away as if it’s  just a thing on the news or a political point of view. We forget the great plagues and famines that brought people to the new world for 500 years. We forget the smallpox  and the flu and the farming and fashions that swept the land from sea to sea. We’ve settled in and we warm ourselves with content and complacency to the destruction we wrought. We dig and dig and pump and pump the soul from the earth as we build walls and lock our doors and sanitize our hands and ignore the warnings of Mother Earth. How we act is a sickness. It’s a fever. It’s a mental illness. A deal with the devil. It’s taking the golden ticket while you get stabbed in the back.2017-03-01_02-41-19

People used to believe in the gods, or Pookas, or even Fairies. They believed in these things as beings that protected the world against greed and pride. People have forgotten and now they take too much. Too much for nothing but their wants and status. Remember when you get sick, or have bad luck, or lose something dear to you that there are forces that fight back for Mother Earth. Sometimes they’re making the clouds dark and the branches squeak when you’re feeling lost and a little afraid. Sometimes the trail will be led by fairies who knew what you did. Sometimes the gods will take back what you stole from their domain. This unique planet is our home and we have the power to take. We also share it with forces and life we can’t comprehend and things can be taken back. When you walk your trail beware the fairies. Be good to them and they’ll be good to you.2017-02-27_01-57-25


No Facebook for Me!


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What a distraction. A bubble. A waste of time. A source of social neglect. I spent way too much time on Facebook over the last two years. I made some friends that I never met and ruined a friendship or two with people I actually knew. It was good to follow the news. It was good until I read the comments of bozos and I foolishly engaged them in circular arguments. I spent hours playing a game with dragons? Why in the cuss did I ever get into that? I should have been talking to people in my area and creating real friendships. I should have been working out and cooking healthy food. I should have read a hundred books. I should have written on this blog and written my congressman. I should have hiked a thousand miles. I should have found a woman to be with. A woman who wasn’t obsessed with Facebook and handsome guys. I know I’m not supposed to regret and everything happens for a reason. All the bad things build character and help us grow stronger. Facebook made me weak and forgetful and unappreciative of what I have and who I am. I flirted with girls I’d never meet. I trolled racists whose minds I couldn’t change. I fed my anger and envy and depression as I scrolled and scrolled through pages of statuses I had nothing to do with. I laughed at some and learned a few things but mostly I judged. I in no way became a better stronger person or made the world a better place through Facebook. The only people I touched in a positive way already shared my views. Now I know. I can start back again and build my brain into a healthy muscle. I’m going to read more books and go on more hikes and go out and meet more people. I want to listen to people’s voices while we have drinks. I want to meet women and look into their eyes. No more Facebook for me!

My Madness


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My madness is mine to own. I nurture it and feed it and do nothing to push it away. I own it but I didn’t plant the seed for it. I dont cause the actions and words I use to feed it. I’m not owning this culture or this society or this nation or this history. The acts of love and hate aren’t mine. I wont own Mathew Shephard or Sandy Hook. I wont own Rosa Parks or a women’s march. I’m alone and seperate in this. I’m taking it in as fuel for a madness that makes me want to tear the heads off fascists and hug their victims. My madness is mine. My madness is my shield. My madness is my weapon. My madness is my inner conflict. My madness is seven billion people stepping over each other for life. My madness is in Harper Lee and The Clash and Rogue One. My madness is understanding your needs and your lies and your journey. My madness is mine as it overwhelms its self. There is so control or freedom. There is just everything flowing into eachother as it spins into a growing universe. That is my madness. It is all mine. My madness.