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: Pandora's Beauty Box
Yesterday, I went sailing on my Uncle’s 40 ft boat. Evidently, many other people had the same idea and were parked on the bay side with their flags displayed. As we approached the Gulf Side of Shell Island, a rainbow appeared. It was truly magical- A promise of remembrance of those who paid the ultimate […]
Along Crawfordville highway in between Panacea and Tallahassee is a Ford Car Graveyard. Twenty + cars dated from early 1900’s to mid are arranged in a semicircle from oldest to youngest. My girls and I stopped here coming back from the beach in Panacea. Evidently, all these cars were used on Pat Harvey’s family farm. […]
Florida County Hwy 65 runs from the interstate south through Hosford, FL through Apalachicola National Forest and dead ends on Hwy 98 on the coast in Carrabelle. It’s 54.7 miles from Hosford to Carabelle. While driving down this highway, there are no cities, there are no dollar stores or gas stations or any other […]
As promised, here are the wildflowers I encountered while driving on FL Hwy 65 towards Sumatra in the Apalachicola National Forest. I included the common and scientific name in the caption (for all that I could identify). You are welcome to share any of the pictures or use them as backgrounds. Tomorrow, I’ll post the […]
I hope everyone had a happy International Astronomy Day! Friday night, I finished photographing wildflowers and that photogenic water moccasin around sunset. As I prepared to drive back home, fireflies started to flash their lights in the hundreds (thousands?) . I stayed about another hour and captured them along with the stars. Earth/Sky website featured […]
: Hands Across The Aisle
My Pledge to use my Voice.
My America, the Eagle Distressed To even contemplate that we, as a nation, are akin to an Eagle— one with the Freedom of the skies– to have the time, the Liberty, to speak about this noble bird in any manner with total impunity, without fear of mortal retribution or imprisonment, is absolutely the epitome of […]
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Pretty little peacocks
watching beautiful lies,
displayed as fantasies
on their feather’s eyes.
Let us admire our feathers
and watch our life on stage,
while our soul searches for Camelot;
our mind sees but a page.
Come now, come all,
to Camelot I go;
the dream of purity
and righteousness I shall know.
All evil I will forsake;
and never will my quest be ended-
This vow I do make:
Never cease cradling the stars,
or reaching for the hand of God.
Camelot, my dear Camelot,
the only place I will trod.
Its Virtues I embrace,
insidiously good virtues,
and hold them as my light
Lo, it banishes all the night.
And if silent death
shall capture me before
I find my Camelot
and open its door-
Then bury me
in my feather’s tears,
so I may dream of Camelot
for the rest of my years.
Poetic Genius~musical harp;
each note, each tune a word.
‘Ere the song is uttered,
a flower blossoms–
‘T Spring once more.
Patter, patter on the heart,
rain reaches fertile soil.
Grow, grow larger than piano keys;
engulf all which pain has killed;
empty churches and ghastly mine fields.
Poetic Genus~musical harp,
enrapture with your tiny tendrils.
‘Ere the first motion finished,
a gentle fawn matures–
‘Tis Summer again.
Golden wheat more abundant
than ocean’s sand.
Hear the sea, the redundant
melancholy, washing footprints
once left by a man
upon the warm unforgiving sand.
Poetic Genius~musical harp,
descend upon the fleeting ground.
‘Ere the last motion ends
a leaf falls to earth–
‘Tis Autumn once again.
Dionysus begins his fruitful reign-
producing the bittersweet fruit.
Oh tender grape;
to consume you is a sin;
Dangling from your twisted vine,
When now did you become divine?
Poetic Genius~musical harp,
persevere through winds of time.
E’er after the song has stopped,
soft snow buries the land–
‘Tis Winter forsooth.
Memories lie dormant,
dead to world is thy youth-
Forgotten is ages past.
Yet ever on will Spring return,
Keeping her harmonious voice.
Silence holds the land in sway,
but it will not last; it will not stay.
Don’t put me in the normal box,
my life just ain’t that way.
I rather sit in the rain
watching the fairies play
Don’t put me in the paradox
of a perfect house, 21/2 kids
a dog, a car, soccer lessons, career,
spouse, and hefty mortgage bill,
but no time for happiness
at the end of the day.
Don’t give me a magazine,
with super models bean-pole thin.
I rather have boobs- the real thing,
and a body I’m comfortable in.
Don’t keep me from my dreams
because they might seem a little far,
If only in a midnight pond,
I can reach the stars.
Like many issues that I do not have enough information about to make a stand on, I have been wondering about the Monsanto crusade and where I stand. I started with this article: http://www.webmd.com/food-recipes/features/are-biotech-foods-safe-to-eat , and this blog, http://www.stormfront.org/forum/t931416/ and have many more to go before I even begin to understand this issue.
First of all, I am not sure if the issue is A. the company, B. against genetically modified food, C. both.
Genetically modifying food in itself is not evil. Humans have been doing it for a looong while…. but calling it cross breeding for specified trait. Granted it took generations of breeding to get the right expressions, hence changing the genetic makeup ever so slightly each generation (or the expressions of thereof of the genes). So now we have the technology to skip this long tedious process and change the genetic code directly….
Again, this in itself isn’t the “evil” part. I don’t know how the end product is any different than waiting generations for the desired result…but again, I need more information in the form of peer reviewed studies verifying this.
Most of the argument that I have come across one way or another seems to be very emotionally driven. I don’t like to go on “gut” feelings alone. So, if you have anything that points either direction, please share.