Where to start? On this game trail.
It was nice enough outdoors for lunch and tea. Using just a quart of water for cooking and drinking gives one an appreciation for its value.
I believe the leaf will inherit the earth and rule in an oppressive way over man.
But, not any time soon of course.
A hybrid oak mite rub. The bigger the tree the bigger the oak mite.
My trail name is Ben. You won’t find hippie existentialism here.
Finding a feather is more fun than soul searching.
Your strongest beliefs are still just rubbish. Look another leaf! Leaves don’t care.
Gathering their strength for the coming storm.
A stump is the beginning.
Ooops hippie jargon, sorry.
Lets look at the deer and be quiet.
They are curious creatures.
A protective mom maybe?
She shooed off the fawn.
The girls all came out.
The road out and to somewhere else less pleasant.
Brought to you by the letter i and the number 45.
Went to a barefoot liberation party
Went for a walk with my mom and brother
Others were out too!
America locks children in glass cages on sunny days!
I hope people like this filter
A stunning model tries on the latest winter fashion.
It looks heavy.
My mom and Dennis plotting. Plotting what though?
Some jerk kid. Her mom is arranging a glass box prison scare.
Leaving the beautiful strangers outside.
I needed a coffee. My own story is boring, but who are these people?
And, then I was playing yoga in the woods.
And, giving my totem some nature energy with puffball spore effects.
Bating the wild animals.
Ooooh a feather!
It’s a nice evening in the woods.
I need a model for these rocks.
I don’t think I’ll see the moon!
Because, the clouds!
SUPER MOON!!!! Not the best picture.
Driving out to James A. Reed.
My favorite spot is Bluestem Lake.
It’s not a very colorful lake.
Who are these people?
Oh this looks neat.
Lets go over here.
How a gnome sees things.
Shit! They’re coming back!
They didn’t get me.
Clover in December. It’s green
Donald Trump chem trails. The new GOP strategy for covert persuasion of voters.
I need a beer out
Did I really die after being exposed to a chemical agent from that chem trail?
Because, this feels like Jacob’s Ladder
First there were cool beans.And then I found this cool muskrat skull. The vines grew through the eye sockets and left it looking up at me.
I liked these mushrooms and saw them in black and white.I liked these leaves, even though their thorns slowed me down.
It gets dark so early!I often race the darkness back to my car and get delayed by the sunset.
The moon and the sun can almost be seen in the same moment.
I use the roof of my Jeep to set my camera up for a ten second exposure.
That’s it. Too dark.
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.
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
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