Wow,it seems like the country that I live in is at war in so many far flung places. The whole peak oil and corporate consolidation of power, infrastructure, and social outlets comes to mind. All I can think is that I should really be doing the things that I should have been doing all along which so much relates to reversing the migration pattern that I became a part of when I was sixteen years of age. In short, I should be right in the same place I started pitching the best defense of the sacrosanct that I can from there, and maybe all the things from then to now have been prologue. I had some pictures to put out there, The top one is interesting display someone had at a market I was at. The two intertwined roots are carrots I grew that, grew together seems to be the only way to put it. Next is a picture from a Buddhist temple toward the fog rolling off the Pacific Ocean. The next picture is a picture of a non-denominational spiritual center from the design of a boy who (I don't believe it to be whom here) died in a car accident. The community raised the money to build it in his honor. I've got a thing for arches and the next picture, the botanical arch, beats all. The next is another picture of fog rolling onto shore from the Pacific. The last is lotus blossoms in the pond surrounding the main temple of the same Buddhist order's property. Some of them are really nice shots especially considering the shitty equipment I took them with.
