I got sent this link today of a crazy video obout the plane hitting the pentagon. I always take these conspiracy theory things witha grain of salt - there is way too much misinformation in this world. Two people who have known each other for most of their lives often can't comunicate effectively; I don't expect information to be passed clearly on a mass scale. But - this is a cool looking video. So, for the theorist in you all here is the link:

[size=l]Alright, I want to show off a few of the flowers in my garden this year. There so perrrty! [/size]


I too, have Datura.

Hibiscus.

Another attempt to upload the Nicotiana.

So what heve I been up to these weeks on non-journaling?
Well, I've doned my muck boots once more to explore the rare and beautiful wet places of our country. These outings brought me to the Fall Creek Watershed which is btw. Cortland and Ithaca to help out my friend Stephen with his master's research. I'll spare you the details in prose and instead send out a few pics of my time working in the fens and hanging out in Syracuse with all my rad ex-roomies at the Bread and Roses Cooperative.
Oh, ignore the double text coming later. I was getting used to the way images are uploaded.



Here's my cool compatriot in crime, Stephen.



This is Kate, a beautiful butterfly whom I've gotten to flutter around and play with, here at Jacob's fen.


This might be a beautiful picture of the ladies tress, a native orchid that was in flower at the fen, except that my camera was running out of power and so I could'nt focus correctly. Well, I guess some things are not meant to be captured except in the mind.
There were lot's of orchids at this fen, including some real beautiful, showy ones though unfortunately they mostly were'nt in flower.



Flat topped aster.


Hmmm, nicotiana from the garden. I'd rather smell this than the kind people smoke any day. type type type type

So what heve I been up to these weeks on non-journaling?
Well, I've doned my muck boots once more to explore the rare and beautiful wet places of our country. These outings brought me to the Fall Creek Watershed which is btw. Cortland and Ithaca to help out my friend Stephen with his master's research. I'll spare you the details in prose and instead send out a few pics of my time working in the fens and hanging out in Syracuse with all my rad ex-roomies at the Bread and Roses Cooperative.

Here is a rendition of one of the first poem's I ever wrote. It was 7th or 8th grade. I was very proud as I scrawled the words that had come to me whilst delivering newspapers. They more than fullfilled the asignment given in english class, and had come so easilly. I felt smart - gifted.
What a helpless feeling came when the asignment was collected the next day and I spoke out to say squeamishly "I left it at home". The reply: "Yeah, right".
So I was not to develope that gift. Oh, well. I never have been very attracted to poetry in my adulthood - always sticking with prose. Joining a poetry circle at a freinds invite a few nights past, I realized this and remembered the old story. So here is my first rebelious punch - a rewriting of a long lost childhood poem. Not very timely, I'm afraid, but then with the August that we've been having so far maybe it is in a weird way. Take that Miss George.

warms rays shine down,
snow melts away.
A bird is heard chirping,
but its January not May.

I saw a robin, some geese,
tread the sky today.
They squawked of their travels
but it's January not May.

The birds shall fly south twice this year,
seeking the warmer day.
They must have forgot,
It's January not May.