Archive for December 2013
At first, I thought this was a chemtrail, but it could be a contrail. There’s a huge difference. Still, it could be a chemtrail. What do you think?
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It’s a chemtrail after all! If you’ll notice, the jet only has two engines. There are three “trails”, one coming from the fuselage, which could only happen if they were spraying something from a nozzle of some sort.
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Chem or Con Trail by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License
Chem or Con Trail two by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License
Link to Weekly Photo Challenge: One
More of the same, but I’m feeling Spring-y and am wishing I could be seeing more of this right now. Snow, go away. Spring, come quickly, like NOW! These flowers are members of the mint family called Dead Nettle flowers.
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Community II by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
One of my favorite times of the year is when communities of beautiful wildflowers pop up from their winter prisons, like these bloodroot blossoms in a nearby forest bottoms from last Spring.
With Spring comes new life, and with new life comes new beauty, and with new beauty comes new youth and energy.
No matter how old one is, Spring brings with it a youthful energy that has us perking up, smiling more, and doing things . . . like Spring cleaning. What other time of year does one have the energy for that?
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And within every community exists sub-communities that feed off from one other. And isn’t this what makes the world go ’round?
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Sub-community by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
The view from the top is always the best, even in the animal kingdom. Goats will climb on a two-foot stump to get a better view. Children will climb for the shear joy of climbing. And how many of us have ever climbed to the top of a hill or mountain and marveled at the beauty of our surroundings? This chicken is obviously enjoying her aloneness as she surveys her surroundings.
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Alone in Majesty by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
Linked back to Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge: Alone
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The word “sparkles” rarely conjures up the majesty of the word “grand” but sometimes the image can.
Remember when you were kids, you used to look up in the clouds and imagine you were seeing ships, airplanes, bears, unicorns, and so forth? Think of “sparkles” as kind of like that.
Have you seen any of the images that come back from the Hubble space telescope? Let’s put “Sparkles” into that category. Instead of imagining different cloud formations, imagine galaxies and nebulae. Can it get any grander than that?
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Skeletal Remains by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
In the central states, you see a lot of sights like this—abandoned, worn-out, rusted-out farm house, as well as barns and other out buildings. While I find them photogenic, I also look upon them with a certain sense of sadness. This particular house is in the outskirts of a small burg called Jameson, Missouri.
It’s part of America we’ll never see again, as the rush to the big cities for “jobs” has left self-suffiency pretty much behind. In its place is BigCorp, which has taken over the country and the world, as well as the job market. So now, people have to kowtow to them so they can bring in an income to feed and care for their families.
As I said, it’s a sad affair. In the words of “You’re a mean one Mr. Grinch,” we read: “You’re a mean one Mr. Grinch. You really are a heel. You’re as cuddly as a cactus, And as charming as an eel.” Substitute BigCorp for Mr. Grinch and you know how I feel.
As long as people have been around, there have been graveyards. They may not always have been neatly laid out in rows and columns like this Old Union Cemetery, near Gallatin, Missouri, but they’ve been around.
While the idea of cemeteries evoke organized plots of land with upwards of tens of thousands or more burials, I view them as anywhere people are buried, whether or not they are marked as such, or whether they are nondescript “holes in the ground,” perhaps in a corner of a farm, perhaps in the jungles of Viet Nam.
Cemeteries are sacred spaces and should be treated as such. Unfortunately, science, under the auspices of archeology and anthropology, are allowed to desecrate cemeteries through grave robbing for purposes of study and scholarship.
These so-called scientists get all excited when they happen across an old skull or bones of someone’s departed one. They make up stories for them, based on any peripheral evidence they might find, as to who these people were or how they might have lived . . . and call it science. I call it blasphemy.
I say, “Let the sleeping dead lie and leave them to rest in peace.”
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Guardian of the Dead by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
f-stop fantasy 