Eternal Ash by Karl Kroenen
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Pielet Brothers scrapyard
McCook, Illinois
1977
Photo by Mark Llanuza
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January 2024: Fog, Birds & Glorious Green
Saturday's rainy, foggy walk:
It doesn't look like anything from here:
But this is the reality of melting snow & drizzly rain. I see one or two Wilson's Snipes almost every time I walk here this time of year. I've tried to take photos of the snipes on multiple occasions but the photos were all blurry sacks of suck. Your average Bigfoot photo is crystal clear in comparison. Snipes are fast, camouflaged & fly in a natural zigzag pattern. I imagine the only way I'll ever get a decent photo of one is if I find it dead on the ground:
First alien abduction of 2024. The only thing left was this poor bastard's hat on the driveway:
Bought a new bird feeder since the gray squirrels jacked the old one up & this warbler was the first one to try it out. Birds can be leery of new feeders because their dinosaur ancestors imparted to them the wisdom that all new things aren't necessarily good. After all, that meteorite was something new & nothing good:
With the freezing temperatures gone for awhile, we uncovered our cool season vegetables so they could enjoy some unfiltered light:
Brussels a'sprouting:
Not ready yet but this broccoli is getting there:
These two heads of cabbage are looking good:
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Btw, i’m Paula & i’m an alcoholic
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Tales from my enchanted wasteland….
Komm, komm, komm, komm,
Komm nach Hagen,
werde Popstar, mach dein Glück!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9A01sVP3uM
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The Lonely Wanderer in Shadows of Ruined Glories
Amidst the crumbling remains of civilization, a solitary figure bravely ventured forward into the darkness. Cloaked in shadows, she wove her way through alleys devoid of life, where only rats scurried past mounds of rubble and broken dreams. Her eyes, adjusted to the dim light filtering down between collapsed buildings, took note of each discarded object - reminders of better days now long gone. This was not so much a place to survive anymore as it was a tomb of memorials marking humanity's demise. At some point along the treacherous path ahead, one could easily lose their sense of direction, the maze of destruction too vast and indiscriminate in its leveled desolation. But this traveler didn't stop searching; her resilience fueled her resolve to push deeper still, even if the odds seemed bleakest. For in the heart of this somber metropolis lurked secrets waiting patiently for someone intrepid enough to seek answers. And thus, our lonely wanderer soldiered on...alone in the shadow-shrouded ruins.
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