Comment, forest, Landscape, Nature, photography, trees, Weather

Deforestation

A week ago this was a magnificent little forest. So, I’m wondering, what’s the morality difference between clear cutting the Amazon forest for agricultural development and clear cutting Alabama forests for commercial development?

Are Alabama forests less of a carbon sink than the forests of the Amazon? Why will clear cutting Alabama forests not contribute to climate change, but clear cutting in the Amazon will? Do Alabama forests not produce oxygen for the planets creatures to breath? I’m also wondering about the impact the loss of wildlife habitat will have on the forest’s creatures: birds, squirrels, deer, armadillos, rabbits, etc.

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Art, Comment, Digital Image, Entertainment, photography, Street Photography, Travel, Writing

Downtown Pensacola; Tuesday Night

Dinner at V. Paul’s Italian restaurant. It was a delightful dining experience. I had an Absolut Cucumber Martini, the best Martini I’ve ever had, Vicki had the Limoncello Thyme Martini, which she declared “delicious.” For the entre’ I had Linguini Alle Vongole with mussels, pretty good but not spectacular; Vicki had Spaghetti & Meatballs. She said it was good, but gave her leftovers to the homeless guy sitting on the sidewalk. We shared a bottle of Reisling with dinner, which made everything blend very nicely.

The restaurant’s soft light, quiet atmosphere and marvelous service made the evening one to remember. Prices were reasonable/moderate. We will be back.

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Art, Nature, photography, Poetry, rivers

Trout Fishing

Photograph of the Muskegon River near Newyago, Michigan.

This is a photo of the Muskegon River, a couple miles upstream from Newaygo, Michigan. It was a favorite place to fish mostly because of its proximity to my home. This post is for my good friend, fly-fisherman, and poet, Bob Dahl, https://bob-dahl.com/

I know that feeling of great satisfaction while fly-fishing!

I’ve spent many days on trout streams catching absolutely nothing

After a long day it felt as if I had been there only minutes.

I would get lost in the craft of fly-casting,

in the nature of trees and water

wading against the unrelenting force of the river.

Those days were the most memorable – and successful – of my life.

It wasn’t so much about catching fish

as getting lost in the nothingness of myself.

 

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Abstract, Digital Image, photography, Poetry

Life is an Abstraction

Stack of music CDs back lighted in direct afternoon sunlight through a window.

 

Life is an abstraction
Lived between the values of black and white
            Softly … vividly … extremely
            In gradations of gray

But memories are collected
            In the nuance of color
            Between the depths of suicidal depression
To the euphoria of loves’ tectonic orgasms

The whys of divorce at the age of 74
            Are lost in the darkness of expectation
            Lost in radiant shades of love’s experience
There are no answers

When it’s over

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