Some of these pictures
date back to November 29, 2015 and are not part of any focused effort
or daily shooting.
Shooting? Did he say --
'SHOOTING'?
OH ICK! BREAK OUT THE
JUSTIFIED HOMICIDE TROOPS! PETERS SAID -- 'SHOOTING'!
PETERS SAID -- 'SHOOTING'!
PETERS SAID -- 'SHOOTING'!
OH HAPPINESS! IT'S A
'SINGLE SHOOTER', AND WE CAN ALL USE JUSTIFIED DEADLY FORCE!
KILL!
KILL!
KILL!
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Except ... where is
Peters?
Hey, it's all right! I'm
out here where the Real World is. And, they are in there where the
Queershit World is.
Butt, don't let that stop
them from SHOOTING each other's asses off.
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Meanwhilst, as I was
saying ...
the first group of these
photographs are just a few shots that I took in general without any
plan. Then, we get to more organized shooting.
Shooting? Did he say --
'SHOOTING'?
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A very typical winter
evening scene on the Plains. I used this for a cover photo recently,
with coloration modifications.
Throughout the winter I
wanted to take pictures of the expanse and room that still exists
(for now) in Iowa. However, this will be destroyed by the eternally
evil BUWIs (Butt Ugly Windmill Imperials) and the eternally greedy
Hog Plant Owners And Operators -- if they get their way. And, all
that they have to do to kill more of Iowa is to bribe the eternally
greedy Deviates in the Statehouse/Pantyhose Emporium at Des Aliens;
the Alien Cancer at the heart of Iowa.
Another very typical
Plains scene. If you think this does not look like much to you, you
had better look again. This is the wetlands that the planet depends
upon for its freshwater supplies. It is also a scene seldom
frequented.
Those of you that have
'bugout bags' and your 'bugout plans' for the eventual meltdown of
the Spoilage Society -- what do you think is waiting for you out
here?
Incidentally, every Butt
Ugly Windmill Imperial's ButtUgly Windmill that is put up out here
ruins more of your 'bugout possibilities'.
Same area. Muskrat homes.
There are not enough muskrats out here to feed Saint Louis for one
day. IF -- anyone from Saint Louis could catch muskrats.
I saw this dog. I will not
say where, but he was watching me while I was working on the truck.
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January 19, 2016. This is
the beginning of a set of photographs taken on the same afternoon,
out in the winter cold (and I do mean 'cold') where most people do
not travel. This is Wright County again, and I do not remember seeing
anyone else out there on that day.
The intention was to show
what the croplands look like when dormant and unplanted.
This may look bleak and
empty to some of you, but even under these conditions the ButtUgly
Windmills of the Butt Ugly Windmill Imperials are unwelcome; and blot
the land with horrendous aberrations.
I could have sat there in
the middle of the intersection all day without another vehicle coming
along. The wind was very cold on that day, and with the windchill it
was well below zero. As you can see, it is snowing.
Try to understand that
there is beauty here, even under these conditions. Beauty that is
destroyed by ButtUgly Windmills and the assholes that make them, and
do not care about anything other than their greed and their daily
lies.
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March 10, 2016. I was very
busy with other things to do until I got this afternoon free to go
out again and do some more shooting.
Shooting? Did he say --
'SHOOTING'?
Again, I am trying to show
the expanses that still exist here in the Midwest.
Without ButtUgly
Windmills.
Have no doubt, the BUWIs
would bury Wright County under an avalanche of ButtUgly Windmills,
and turn Wright County into Shit County -- IF -- they could bribe the
Wright County Supervisors with enough Queer Disney Monies.
Lake Cornelia Golf Course
in Wright County -- still beautiful -- NO ButtUgly Windmills.
This, and the following 32
pictures show a large number of migrating birds that are staying for
a while at the Rolling Hills Pond near Belmond, here in Wright
County. These birds would not be here if the ButtUgly Windmills were
here -- thus changing the ecosystem radically. Which is exactly what
very evil minded Butt Ugly Windmill Imperials want!
I was using a new 55-300mm
lens for this, which did a fairly good job. Considering the many
different depths of field in these photographs I have adopted the
policy that if there is at least a wing or a foot in focus I will
keep the picture.
If the colors seem weak in
these pictures that is due to the lighting that was actually here.
This was an unseasonably bright day. These are the real colors, and I
will not push the saturation as that will cause coarse pixelization.
"Enough of that"
I said, and returned to some still photography.
A telephone pole near the
pond. I like telephone poles. Some photographers take still pictures
of bowls, and cups and fruit on tables. I like telephone poles.
I do NOT like Monkey
Judges.
Nearby, something set off
the birds again, which almost anything louder than a burping frog can
do.
Soaring around like that
is a kind of community therapy for avians.
About 42 minutes later, I
am probably in Franklin County east of Belmond -- these are Trumpeter
Swans that have nested in a wetlands next to a county dirt road.
Nearby, another study of
openness and rural beauty.
A simple part of a
wetland. There are more living organisms in that patch of wetlands
than there are in all of Des Aliens.
This is how the Real Iowa
is supposed to look.
Again, this was the real
coloration and shading. You will notice that from the same position,
the tint of the sky is different depending upon your viewing aspect
relative to the star. Looking away from the star, the skies are a
deeper blue.
Three self-portraits in a
row.
My personal favorite.
Same day, now north of
Wright County in Hancock County at Eagle Lake again. A place often
used by migrating bird populations.
I liked the colors of this
tree in the sunset lux. As the day is getting darker the colors are
getting more dense.
I include pictures like
this because I know that someone somewhere will like one of them
enough to make a desktop background out of it. Boosting the color
saturation works well for that, but these are NOT color boosted.
An interesting sunset
shot.
Same place, solitary bird.
Same place, solitary
Impala.
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March 18, 2016. Eagle
Grove. I liked this perspective.
Obviously, the snow had
stopped. That surprised a few people.
Eagle Grove. You will see
this view again later, covered in snow.
I stopped in town for gas,
and while I was fueling this farmer came down Route 17 with his
tractor.
Same day, at a wetlands in
Wright County. I was looking for a way into an interior pond to
photograph more birds, and test the autofocus on this new lens.
In editing I changed
everything about this picture, to show what one of these little birds
really looks like. Usually, all you can see of them is a dark shape
with orange and yellow wing flashes.
I like the composition of
this shot.
Through there to the pond.
I took dozens of
photographs here, standing in freezing water or standing on logs in
freezing water. The lens could not autofocus in this environment like
I wanted it to, so I boosted the colors and offer some of them as
backgrounds.
Who takes pictures like
this? I do, it is a light study. There are more living lifeforms in
there than exist in Wash This Death City.
After that, I took off my
freezing shoes and socks and put on new ones and wandered up north to
the Rolling Hills Pond to see if the Forever-Nervous-Nellies were
still there.
Later, back at the farm --
no one was nervous around here. In fact, I had to shout considerable
to get any attention at all.
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March 19, 2016.
The snow returns. Thing
about it is, it did not come down all at the same time; even though
the final result was a complete coverage everywhere.
Instead, it descended in a
great variety of ways -- ideal for photographic purposes.
Here, I am again trying to
portray the distances and appearances of this winter season.
A scene from one of
hundreds of bridges over canals here in Rural Iowa.
As you can see, at this
time this part of Wright County is being snowed upon. I know that
Boone County south of here is not being snowed on yet, but will be
because the storm is coming from the north.
So, I head for Boone. This
is taken in Wright County as I travel south.
In Boone County now, south
of Hamilton County which is south of Wright County. I am heading for
Boone. This picture is taken from Mineral Ridge looking back north at
the approaching storm.
Down in the Des Moines
River Valley, west of Boone. The only place that can still be called
'Des Moines'.
I am parked at a turnoff
below the river road, and suddenly I heard a tractor approaching on
the road above.
Then I took some more
photos of the valley.
Still west of Boone. The
storm has reached this far south by now.
At one of the bridges over
the Des Moines River. I drove back and forth over this bridge six
times taking rapid fire shots. This is the one that shows the snow
effect that I wanted to capture.
The grave site of 12 year
old Milton Lott; which reads -- "Milton Lott. Died December 18,
1846 from freezing while escaping from the Sioux Indians. Aged 12
years. This was the first death in Boone County. Madrid Historical
Society".
By now, I was south of
Boone and traveling the back roads that parallel the river. On one
such road, frequented only by the locals that live here, I found this
and the following four photographs asking to be taken.
1846, was 170 years ago.
Young Milton Lott probably
died in this area. What did it look like in those days?
The roads and the fences
were not here in the year 1846.
There might have been some
fields being worked, but where?
A young boy could easily
freeze to death on this road
in this kind of changing weather
in the year 2016.
As I was leaving, I caught
a glimpse of something out of the corner of my left eye and I went
back to look at it. Dense forest just a few yards off of the county
dirt road. This is probably what young Milton Lott died in.
Well -- I had said to
myself earlier that I would make my decade visitation to The Ledges
while I was down here. I saw it once last decade, and I was not
impressed.
The Ledges is some kind of
excuse to have a State Park, and picnic grounds, and a place for Des
Aliens anuses and/or Atheist Aims anuses to come to. They come here
to 'rough it', and boast of their great outdoors prowess; and to
barbecue Token Revolutionaries that look suspiciously like Coney
Island Hot Dogs.
Here at the Ledges, there
is one place that gives a viewpoint of the Des Moines River Valley.
Much of the Boone River Valley and the Des Moines River Valley look
like this.
Down in the canyon at The
Ledges, the road crosses this stream many times; making this Iowa's
only free undercarriage wash in the state. Aside from that, I have no
idea what purpose the place serves -- except for the tourist anuses
each summer.
Nevertheless, it is still
part of Nature and deserves its proper respect for that. It is not
this place's fault that it is a tourist site.
Back up to the level of
the Great Plains -- the real title of the Plains. I am wandering now,
taking random pictures and looking for scenes with light contrasts.
Notice, there is no snow
here. At this time it is west of me, back at the Des Moines River
Valley which I am now east of.
Going north again, I am
now in the Mineral Ridges again east of where I took the previous
picture from the ridges.
As I proceed north, down
from the Mineral Ridges, I can see that there are snow whirlwinds
ahead of me. That certainly means that the area inside is snow
covered.
I changed this shot to
highlight the interior.
Just before driving into
the whirlwinds I took this picture looking west. Seconds later sheets
of ice covered everything and I had to drive into it with my wipers
on, barely able to see where I was going.
Three minutes later I was
through it, and at this intersection. Of course, no one else was out
here so I stopped and took pictures looking west again.
An example here for
would-be Nature Photographers -- if you wait for a more clear
photograph of a scene it will usually arrive shortly. Weather changes
rapidly on the Plains, when it is active. At this time sheets of
frozen rain started to cover the Cashmere, but I waited for changes.
Now, after the ice sheets
have passed, the view is much clearer.
I got out onto the Plains
again and the way north was blocked by ice on the roads. I turned
east and headed for a hardtop road that I know of.
At this intersection I
turned north. I was starting to freeze up too, and I needed a store
of some kind soon.
Now driving north.
As I drove north, I kept
the windows open and took pictures out of both sides.
My immediate goal was
Stanhope, and the fried chicken at the convenience store there.
By the time I got there I
was seriously chilled. I stayed there for a short while and then set
out north again towards Eagle Grove. The skies to the north were
totally dark, even though the star had not set yet.
Right into a White Out.
What is that? Something
passed me going in the opposite direction. I think on the left side.
Finally, I reached an
intersection that I recognized. I stopped taking pictures here. It
was no longer possible to take photographs and drive at the same
time.
From here, I had to drive
with only my marker lights on. My headlights blinded me, and I could
not stay on the road with them on. The slush and snow was several
inches thick by now, and going into a ditch was imminent.
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March 20, 2016, the
following day. Here are three viewpoints of Eagle Grove that I have
shown before. This time covered with new snow. Most of this snow will
disappear before the end of the day.
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And, that concludes this
series of shootings.
Shootings? Did he say --
'SHOOTINGS'?
OH ICK! BREAK OUT THE
JUSTIFIED HOMICIDE TROOPS! PETERS SAID -- 'SHOOTINGS'!
PETERS SAID --
'SHOOTINGS'!
PETERS SAID --
'SHOOTINGS'!
OH HAPPINESS! IT'S A
'SINGLE SHOOTER', AND WE CAN ALL USE JUSTIFIED DEADLY FORCE!
KILL!
KILL!
KILL!
AT LAST!!!! WE CAN BE
'IMPORTANT'!!!!
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Markel Peters
