Here -- 07-27-2016:

Are the things in the Queer Coalitions causing you heartburn and/or headaches? Well -- that's because they are causing your thinking to go in wrong directions due to your exposure to their ugly campaign of contrived and disguised lies.

The things are deliberately trying to kill all of the natural stimuli that you would ordinarily receive in a Natural Environment; and are trying to replace all good environmental stimuli (which you would otherwise experience) with their own contrived Ugly Queershit.

THAT -- causes your brain to warp and distort out of its own Natural Thought Processes and into a twisted and mutilated horror that only Queershit Spreaders and Queershit Eaters can appreciate. You are being turned into trash for the edification of Trash Masters. And, so that you will be deranged and feeble and hapless and therefore never able to revolt against their regime of Queer Bullies and Propagandists and Politicians and Berserkers. With their Queer Medias of endless lies, they try to turn your thoughts into monstrosities that become your own worst enemies; therefore neutering you with internal pain and doubts and fears. All of which only exist because you allowed their Ugly Stimuli into your life -- such as the TV Turds, the Gutter Monkeys of the FM bands, the twisted trash of the queer newsrags, and the spider-like mongrels of the queer magrags.

Which is one of the big reasons why I am including the 'Here' series of photo-journalism in this website. Here, you can at least see how things are supposed to be. If only I could show you how your brain should look, I would gladly do so.

[[Human websites are not the novelties or curiosities or biased or prejudiced places on the Internet that the enemies of Humanity want you (or anyone) to believe they are. Human websites are like Life Buoys in a fetid sea of putrid Queer websites and Greedy Websites and Neurotic websites and Fetish websites and Opportunistic websites and Political websites and Oddball websites and Monkey websites and Big Business websites.]]

In this installment of the 'Here' series you can also see how our Natural Environment is never supposed to be -- that is, infested with awful ButtUgly Windmills from the ButtUgly Windmill Imperials in Des Aliens (formerly Des Moines) -- where all things unnatural are the Preferred Choice, and all of the Natural Universe is a mere 'inconvenience' that exists to be wrecked and ruined and tamed to their preferences.

[[Their BUWI Propaganda websites actually claim that Natural Life as existed before their ButtUgly Windmills is now dead and gone; and everyone must accept the domination of the BUWIs. They call it 'The New Dawn of BUWI Domination'. At the same time (literally) they show pictures of the Local Star rising behind a group of ButtUgly Windmills that tower over the viewer. It is the first thing that everyone should see and revere when they wake up in the morning. When you see such insanity at the BUWI websites you realize that the BUWIs are not just insane with greed, they are also sinister Pieces Of Shit, racketeers, thugs, liars, scum bags, trash -- in short the lowest forms of organized criminals.]]

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The photography for this installment took place on June 22, 23 and 25 and July 11 and 13, a period of time when the crops across Iowa are 40-50% fully grown, depending upon the variety. During that time I took more than 1200 photographs, of which you will see 227. As always, I am including pictures that may have no other value than to provide Good and perhaps Pleasant Stimuli for you as Desktop Backgrounds.

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This installment started on June 22nd, a Wednesday, outside of Eagle Grove where I live. I was just starting to drive about searching for pictures when I looked back at the town and saw those clouds overhead.

These are taken from the east side of town, looking west.

I then turned around and photographed the scene looking east from the same position.

 

I was driving easterly anyway, so I took some shots out the window looking north.

This put me due south of Clarion, where I was headed for by now for fuel and drinks.

After stopping at Clarion I went south and east, still in Wright County, because it looked like better picture taking over there. I found a nice spot and took pictures to the east, south, and west from the same place.

Further east and still in Wright County, looking south.

Same area looking northeast.

Another intersection picture. I have turned northwards now, heading for Belmond. Looking west here.

Before reaching Belmond I turned westerly again towards the Iowa River. You will notice throughout this installment that the sky tones of blue change often; that is due to the direction of the photograph at the time and the angle of descending Star Lux.

Iowa River.

Now, I doubled back on the dirt roads heading for the hardtop to Belmond, which is on the other side of that rise.

Going north towards Belmond again.

Then on a county hardtop going west again.

The Iowa River again. I am now determined to go over to the marshlands just west of the river and look for animals to photograph. I would photograph hard working DNR employees out here, seeing for themselves what Nature is doing and what Nature needs from Man to stay healthy -- if there were any -- which there never are. Besides, what Nature needs from Man -- is less Man anyway.

Bingo. Mr. Sunbathing Frog.

Going into the marshlands. In Iowa every depression in the landscape that can catch and cache water does so, and thereby becomes a center for life activities.

I worked my way northwards and around the large pond that is now so famous, going to the swamps on the other side of the hill. Looking west here. I have been at this tree in so many different weathers that I cannot remember them all. It is kind of a 'way point'. If you can make it to this tree in heavy snow then you have a chance of spending a day out. Otherwise, you have to turn back before you get to the tree. There are no particular (specified) 'snow belts' out here like there are in New York State, where the southern coast of Lake Ontario is an unbelievably immense 'snow belt' (every year) capable of dumping twenty feet of snow; which I have seen and actually driven through when I lived there.

At the swamp, one of many in Wright County, I found a veritable beehive of activity at all levels -- crayfish in the roads, hawks in the skies, many birds, and deer too fast to catch on camera. I stopped the car and got out.

I had never noticed this bird type before in this region. Here, there were about four of them standing out amongst the crowds.

A crayfish. There were several of them right in front of the Cashmere trying to cross the road. Since there are swamps on each side, they travel from one swamp to the other. Further down the road, for hundreds of yards, there were crayfish crossing the road like it was a shopping plaza.

They are called Yellow-headed Blackbirds, and they have staked out a section of tall grasses and reeds which I parked next to. In the fashion of most birds here in Iowa the curiosity of a Chevy Impala caused them to fly about making territorial displays.

These are all males, with black bodies and yellow heads. The females are of a light brown color and hide in the grasses.

A nearby red-tail that wants no part of photographs.

After a lot of cavorting around, the Top Bird stopped at one place and began to stare at my camera lens. I patched together four photos of him, staring at me, into a collage.

Then, I was trivialized.

Then, I was ignored.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow-headed_blackbird

https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Yellow-headed_Blackbird/id

http://www.audubon.org/field-guide/bird/yellow-headed-blackbird

So, I decide to photograph the nearest road sign. The greens are so strong out here that I have to reduce them during editing. The trick is to look at the grass. Most greens out here are actually a combination of green and yellow, except for the corn which is fertilized. The grasses are not fertilized, and if you zoom in on the grass and reduce the saturation until the grass looks right, then the rest of the picture will look as it really did.

Beyond which is a good view of what I was saying about every depression being a catch basin for water runoff. I was going to proceed down this road, but the day before there was a heavy rain storm and the ground was still so wet that the Cashmere was sinking into the road like a plow. I stopped at the top of the rise, which can be seen in the previous picture, and got out and took this photograph. Then I carefully backed out of there.

On firmer ground this time (the firmness is entirely dependent upon the rock content) I proceeded north in a general pursuit of further animals to photograph. This, and the next two shots were taken to show how Rural Iowa should look without the God-Awful ButtUgly Windmills from the Imperial Anuses at Des Aliens.

Moving towards another wetlands area.

At this point, I am near the border area between Wright and Hancock Counties. I stopped here and took this picture facing east, to show the nearby corn fields right across the road from the marshlands.

I turned westwards and saw a group of dragonflies nearby. One of which stopped for photographs.

Overhead was a Red-tailed Hawk, one of many that were watching me this day.

Another shot to show what Rural Iowa is supposed to look like without ButtUgly Des Aliens monstrosities.

Kanawha.

Many hundreds of these grain haulers are active these days across Iowa.

A nearby pond, which shows again the malfunctions and the incompetence of the so-called DNR here in Iowa. Instead of getting rid of those invasive cattails on the right, which would cost money, they spend their meager funds on their own perks and self-interests. Those invasive plants have been getting worse each year, for years. It is ignored by the DNR patsies wherever it happens. The DNR asswipes just let it happen, and excuse their incompetence and cowardice as -- "the nature of the Nature is changing, that is all it is".

Bullshit. They are so gutless, and reduced to subservience beneath the city assholes at Des Aliens, that they now exist as a standard of 'What Never To Be' if you are an environmentalist. It takes money to correct the mis-actions of people who bring invasive species of plants into unspoiled waters, by not cleaning their boats properly. But the DNR is church mouse poor, except for fake faces and their own perks.

Besides, how do you ask someone in a Dildo Factory for more money? How do you talk about Nature in a Dildo Factory like the one called the 'Statehouse/Pantyhose Emporium' at Des Aliens? Across the street from the Cathouse of the forever decadent and decayed Monkey Judges.

No -- the puppets at the DNR have to squirm and crawl before their Political Masters for table scraps. Especially so whenever those scum in the Statehouse/Pantyhose Emporium (in Des Aliens) have been paid huge sums of money to vote for land-killing projects. Such as the latest debacle called a gas pipeline, that unnatural Bastards and Bitches want to build across Rural Iowa -- and -- the Political Masters at Des Aliens have ordered the DNR stooges to approve -- or -- get their already meager rations cut even further.

I NEVER see the DNR mannequins out here. Not ever.

Yes. Politics is Death.

Look at what the Politics Game is doing now, if you can bear to look at such shit. Look at the so-called contest (election) to be the next Resident at the White Outhouse. That game is now a choice between a Demented Queer-Licking Cunt with Berserkers for Chaperones and a Planet-Killing White Ape with banks for wallets.

That is Death, either way you look at it.

And -- if -- you are a stooge or slave or a fool -- you are trained to think that such crap is all that you can ever have -- and you must follow orders and Vote.

Which does not matter to us here. None of those Idiots can ever look at this website.

My time for pictures was coming to an end for this day. I wandered back across the border to Wright County.

Next day, Thursday June 23rd. Skies were mostly clear except for up north. Photography is always better where there is some cloud cover to provide shading and contrasts, therefore I headed for the clouds. Here I am going north on Route 17 which is part of the western border of Wright County.

Looking west as I drive north.

Looking east. That is Corwith.

Looking west.

On top of the Crystal Rim looking west. That is Wesley. Notice how the new silos are so close to the town. That is the way to do it, instead of littering the countrysides with new dipshit facilities for Show and Tell purposes.

This and the next eight shots are in the area between Wesley and Britt. Looking north.

Looking north.

Looking east.

Looking south.

Looking east.

Looking west.

Going north.

Going north.

Going north.

Another red-tail.

I hope these make good Desktop Backgrounds for someone.

I changed this one to show the red-tail as best as possible.

Typical Red-tailed Hawk country; many mouses.

I was going to edit these four into one combined collage, but then I decided to give each one its own frame. The first one is a Desktop Background that I use, on center mode.

Last good look at Rural Iowa before I pass into a BUWI HELL ZONE.

BUWI Hell. Immediately you can see how the natural setting is disturbed and broken down, and cluttered with horrid machines from the ButtUgly Windmill Imperials at Des Aliens Fascist Headquarters. (formerly Des Moines) This is in the Far North of Iowa, north of my own North Central Region. Looking north.

Instead of scenic vistas, all that you see here is disturbing clutter and missing horizons. This is in Hancock County, where the supervisors are obviously clueless (or corrupt) and the farmers are weak-minded and greedy suicides. Looking north.

This and the next six pictures are all looking north.

That grove of trees and those farms are essentially dead now. No longer beautiful or pastoral, they are dumpsters (called Testing Farms by the BUWIs) for whatever and every insane machine and earth-killing technology that the Business Assholes want to experiment with -- where there are no populations of complainers to protest about their new contrivances and money-making ironmongeries.

Do you see this happening at a fascist neighborhood in Des Aliens? Or at any other DemoCrap compost heap? Of course not. Greedy farmers are the trick. The one thing that the scum of Des Aliens know about the rural areas is that there are Greedy and Insane Farmers out there. The voting records tell them that!!!!

And -- the radio (bleep)suckers that litter the AM airwaves with all kinds of stupid farm programs, and (as all medias do) try to organize the stupid farmers into radio coalitions and enslaved radio cultures addicted to their radio programs (thus assuring for themselves permanent slave audiences) -- are also at the ROOT of the problem. Those douche bags report to the Politicians and the Business Assholes and the BUWIs -- about any weakness of the farmers that they know of or discover -- about any addiction of the farmers -- about any perversion of the farmers; in other words about any media successes against the farmers. Setting up the stupid farmers for a big fall -- is Big Business. Stupid farmers mean Big Money for Assholes.

Poor Stupid Farmers. Now they will all be bludgeoned and Queershitted again, by the Deviate Medias, because the Big Business Assholes will be afraid that some stupid farmers read this message.

You will notice in these pictures that the fascists are still putting up more ButtUgly Windmills. You can see the crane equipment below one of them.

This is the kind of picture that the BUWIs use in their propaganda advertisements, to mask over the horror of what their Sphincters-In-The-Sky are really doing to the landscape. Of course, they are all anuse-eyed and in love with their own assholes -- so you can imagine what they like for landscapes. Should I illustrate that? Should I show dozens of drooling assholes lined up in a row? A BUWIs delight!

Well -- every Big Business Asshole's delight too.

This area used to be among the most pristine and beautiful in all of Iowa. I was here before the God-Damned Sphincters-In-The-Sky were here.

This was once one of the most beautiful sights in all of Iowa!!!! Now, it looks like an alley cat's playbox. A litter box. And trust me, it will eventually be littered with the trash and dumpings and leavings of the Big Business Assholes; which will get permission to trash the place from the BUWIs. The imbeciles that give away their farms to the BUWIs have now lost them forever. From now on, it is all BUWI property!!!!

Now I am driving along the same road retracing my path and looking south. As you can see I am in the middle of a BUWI HELL ZONE with ButtUgly Windmills north and south of me. This section of Hancock County has been murdered. This is like being in a mechanized cemetery. It really feels creepy there.

Patton once said that Fortified Defenses are just monuments to the stupidity of Man. He was fond of destroying Fortified Defenses. In ButtUgly Windmills, we see monuments to the Greed of Man. Grave Markers really. Marking the graves of entire farms and countrysides.

Noisy and obnoxious grave markers. Listen to how loud one of those things is >>>>>>>>>

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B5409h9f9_fTcF9sQng3X09UM0k

Typical Noisy ButtUgly Windmill--06-23-2016--NW of Crystal Lake--IA

I took this from the driver's window of the Cashmere with the motor off. In the recording you can hear a hissing sound. It did not come from me or the car. It had to have come from outside the car. Listen to the sounds of the windmill. All of that noise is from one windmill. Now imagine how hundreds and thousands of those monstrosities sound to the natural inhabitants of Rural Iowa. Do you see any Hawks or birds around?

Something else, do you think that the Big Business Assholes (with pathetic little rotten dicks, and syphilitic asses) that are doing this to our country -- would not rape and ruin and spoil and torture any other planet that they could get their bloated fingers on?

Those farms look like they are being attacked in a War Of The Worlds scenario.

War of the Worlds--Famous Fantastic Mysteries--07-1951--Wikipedia

This looks like the BUWI replacement of the Three Crosses on the hill at Golgotha, where Jesus Christ was crucified. Exactly like the Three Crosses, those ButtUgly Windmills stand for -- DOMINANCE OVER AN OPPRESSED PEOPLE. Whether the conquerors are the Roman Imperials of the past or the ButtUgly Windmill Imperials of today.

How would you like to build a house up there, with all of the Friendly Windmills? Don't you believe the BUWI-Shit? That demands your agreement, that all ButtUgly Windmills are your friends. Quiet neighbors.

More and more and more BUWI ruination of the scenery and landscapes, that the ButtUgly Windmill Imperials tell the city shitheads is not happening. How many BUWI lies have you heard so far?

This gives it all away! This one photograph is evidence of the Deviate Connection to all BUWIs, and to any effort (anywhere) to kill the Natural Universe. Look at a closeup of the machine. What does the label say? 'Progressive' is a Queer Propaganda term. Only Deviates and DemoCraps and dirty-assed Monkeys use Queershit Propaganda Words like 'Progressive' and 'Equality' and 'Sexual Orientation' and 'Liberals'. Definite proof there. Yes, I mean it. Ad agencies are full of Queers.

Can you imagine the amount of noise four of those things make 24/7/52? This is one reason why I have banned Des Aliens. I will never go into a neighborhood of Des Aliens again, unless there are 50 of these things installed in the back yards of the houses in that neighborhood. Period.

BUWI Property -- stay out.

This is as bad as the Skeleton Coast of West Africa. However, as bad as this looks it is not as bad as what is next.

These are pictures of what was once the town of Crystal Lake. It is now reduced and degraded and defamed to the status of a 'BUWI Every Town' -- which means it is just one of the first phase of all towns that MUST BE DOMINATED by ButtUgly Windmills.

Ugly-fied by ButtUgly Windmills.

Look -- the ridiculous fish is still there. Who cares? The lake is empty and it is already late June. The nearby camping area used to be full of tourists and campers. Now only two exist there, and both are White Pasties with BUWI stock. The town is deserted, and I have been here in past Junes when the place was hopping with activity.

Why the lack of tourists? Why the emptiness? Look at the pictures.

What do you see ruining the beauty of the town? What do you see dominating the landscape? WHO THE FUCK WOULD WANT TO VACATION IN A BUWI CEMETERY????

And then, from the same spot, I turned away from the devastation and took a picture of how all of it should still look. Rustic, pastoral, with horizons uncluttered and life un-drained by ButtUgly Windmill Suckers.

Six more scenes of atrocities. Notice that the BUWIs are still killing the area by making more ButtUgly Windmills.

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Fagsny is now happening. The annual gathering of Deviate Fascists that flaunt their dominance and richness in the faces of all of the common people of Iowa -- in the guise of a bicycle ride across Iowa (which by itself is an act of dominance) -- is happening again.

And, guess where. In an election year. Where would the Fagsny Deviates be riding their dildos on wheels during an election year?

Answer: Where there are the least of their own ButtUgly Windmills to be seen and shown in the publicity photographs that the Queer Medias take of their Parade Of Depravity. On a southern route in the southernmost sections of Iowa, where there are few ButtUgly Windmills to cause embarrassing photographs -- that will show the Des Aliens Imperial Fascists in a bad (true) light!!!!

Election year tactics!!!!

Is that why the southern route has been exempted from Death by Ugliness????

Is it a coincidence that on the same day that the Fagsny (formerly Ragbrai) Ride of Perverts started to befoul Iowa, the Queers at the Des Aliens Rearsniffers newsrag claimed (in print) that one year after the Deviates took over the so-called Boy Scouts (and turned it into their favorite Sex Toy Pouts) the so-called Toy Scouts are doing good with enrollments.

What Boy Scouts? That place died years ago. Oh gee -- they must be lying about the corpse of the Boy Scouts -- now the Sex Toys of the SQLD/DemoCraps.

Naw! You don't think a queer fuck newsrag of the DemoCrap Queer Fucks would lie about what the Queer Fucks do -- do you?

Fagsny -- is the world's worst display of assumed anal superiority over Nature and God to ever be performed on bicycles!!!!!

Now watch the Deviates position some fags on bicycles near Atlantic or Adair (which are swamped with ButtUgly Windmills) and take pictures; and then claim that they are on the Fagsny course for this year.

Which brings up an important point.

****IMPORTANT POINT****

Liberals no longer exist. It is all Queershit Coalitions now. Henceforth, I will refer to all non-humans as Queers in general, and to the scum who think that they are the new Master Race as the 'Deviates'. Heil Deviates!!!!

[[Don't look now -- butt the only thing that Queers are equal to is their own Queershit. The same fact applies to all evils, of course.]]

Handlemanpost.wordpress.com

Iowa.gov

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Here is a typical result of the combination of Total Evil and Political Fakery. This area used to be frequented by fishermen with boats, and I was here to see it. This, and the next three pictures show what looks like a swamp which is completely covered over by weeds and reeds. However, it used to have three ponds in it. That is, until it was invaded by cattails at a time when there was no Human Agency to protect it and remove the invasive species.

The key term there is Invasive Species. You know what an Invasive Species is. You see the things every day. We call them Politicians and Cowards and Political Entities, such as the DNR which is about as far away from a Human Agency dedicated to Nature as any can possibly be. Which explains, of course, why they only hire neuters.

Private BUWI property. As always, there is some dumb and duped farmer somewhere that is so unbelievably stupid that it thinks this is still its land. Nevermore.

I once heard of a crow that used to say that.

A man named Edgar Allen Poe once wrote a poem about a Man and his grief over a lost lover -- the fair maiden named Lenore. The parallel is quite appropriate here. Many a farmer should be grieving over his lost land which will be his -- Nevermore.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
                Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
                Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
                This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
                Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
                Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
                'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
                Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
                With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
                Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
                Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
                Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
                She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by Horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
                Shall be lifted- nevermore!

The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe.

http://poestories.com/read/raven

George_Hazelton's The Raven (Edgar Allan Poe) 1908

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/2f/George_Hazelton's_The_Raven_(Edgar_Allan_Poe)_1908.jpg

https://archive.org/details/ravenandpoemspoe_pc_librivox

In the same area was a park that used to be quite popular. On a June day such as this, it was occupied by campers and tourists to such an extent that I used to marvel at where they all came from. Just driving around the small lake here was once a traffic problem with so many kids running about and so many campsites occupied. Indeed, it was so crowded that I never stayed there, preferring my privacy.

Today, it is a ghost town. There was only one person there looking sadly at the lake.

On three sides, the park is surrounded and befouled by ButtUgly Windmills from the fascists at Des Aliens. The southern approach is still open. Because of that one fact, there are still Geese here. They fly in and out of the park via the southern (natural) route.

Empty. The beach here used to be a tourist attraction with people all over the grounds.

The one person here did not even bring a tent with him. What for? Why stay?

Empty in June.

I turned around and began to leave. This place is now a BUWI write off -- a 'BUWI Everywhere'.

Here is the reason why. Not even the most ridiculous of tourists would want to camp out next to those God-Awful things. They surround the park on three sides. It would be like taking a vacation in the parking lot of BUWI Headquarters in Des Aliens.

I laughed out loud when I saw this. What a complete fakery this now is.

Only a Robot would want to spend time in a defiled and defamed place such as this. This is one of the most ludicrous travesties that I have yet to see in Iowa. Only a typical Politician Asshole could think that there are justifications for this crime.

This was once a handsome scene. It was pleasant and attractive and harmonious.

On the way home, I took two more photographs in areas that were not diseased by ButtUgly Windmills; to show how Iowa is supposed to look. Well -- that is to say -- how the Real Iowa is supposed to look. The dirty and demented and vile and greedy vermin in Des Aliens think they own this land, and they can dump on it all they want to. Those creatures think this land should look like their greed wants it to look. Which will change day by day as new opportunities for their Greed Fulfillment arrive from the Big Business Assholes around the world.

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This issue of the defrocking and dis-enfranchisement of the Rural Lands from their owners and their natural worth is just one of the problems that Big Business Assholes are causing to our planet.

I saw a Big Business Asshole recently. It was a typical maleoid white pasty greedy pig, with short hair over a puffy piggy face, and a dominant/impatient attitude, and a Cadillac SUV; and it was driving on Route 30 between Missouri Valley and Denison like it owned the road; and truly it thought it did. To such things as that, the entire world is just something to control and squeeze. Squeeze for money. Squeeze for profits. Squeeze for comforts. And, comforts only come from screwing over everyone else -- except the other Big Business Assholes that have the same attitude. Then, it is a matter of gaming and competition and thievery and what crimes they can get away with. The rest of us -- we are just the fodder under their tires.

Another very urgent problem that Big Business Assholes are causing is the deforestation of the planet. Here are some websites about deforestation >>>>

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deforestation

http://deforestation.geologist-1011.net/

http://greenliving.lovetoknow.com/What_is_Deforestation

http://blog.cifor.org/12135/clocking-the-worlds-forests

http://forest500.org/

Causes of Deforestation

http://forest500.org/rankings/companies

Companies responsible for Deforestation

http://eschooltoday.com/forests/problems-of-deforestation.html

http://www.statisticbrain.com/tree-deforestation-statistics/

http://rainforests.mongabay.com/defor_index.htm

http://rainforests.mongabay.com/deforestation/

http://rainforests.mongabay.com/deforestation_alpha.html

Deforestation Tables -- Important

https://insideclimatenews.org/news/20090513/beef-prime-cause-deforestation-amazon

http://www.cifor.org/

http://www1.american.edu/ted/ice/haitidef.htm

http://www.nature.com/scitable/blog/our-science/no_trees_no_humans

http://www.rainforestmaker.org/

The planet is truly being burned down. The fires shown on these maps are forest fires deliberately set to clear lands for crops and cattle, and large village fires using wood from forests that have been torn down.

07-2006

07-2007

07-2008

07-2009

07-2010

07-2011

07-2012

07-2013

07-2014

07-2015

07-2016

The above ten maps were created by Jacques Descloitres, and come from this website >>>>

https://lance.modaps.eosdis.nasa.gov/cgi-bin/imagery/firemaps.cgi

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June 25th, early in the morning. This is in Wright County again, along the eastern border. The previous photographs were taken by my Nikon with resolution 6016x4000. The photographs on this day were taken with my Sony (which I use for art purposes) with resolution 3872x2592.

Looking away from the sunrise.

Above is one of the many early morning jets that fly over Iowa.

From ContrailScience.

Notice where Iowa is located.

https://www.metabunk.org/visualizing-flight-paths-above-30-000-feet.t812/page-2

http://contrailscience.com/

Since I was north of Dows, I decided to travel south and get a look at the area.

At Dows I took a simple study of the silos there. A light and contrasts study.

Because of the weather above, I decided to head for that famous pond again, hoping to get there before the thunderstorm that was coming in from the south.

On the way I stopped at some fields.

The Iowa River again, still driving north.

With the storm approaching I arrived at the famous pond and tried to find some insects of any description to photograph. With the rain starting I could only find a Robin and some industrious ants.

Two shots of God's Bow, the Real Colors of Nature and Humanity.

Now the storm closed in overhead and the pictures became harder to take. I kept re-positioning the Cashmere so I could shoot from inside and keep the lens dry.

I should repeat that in most cases I had to turn the green down in these photographs during editing. The cameras (Sony or Nikon) become overwhelmed by the 'Greenness' of this countryside. They just cannot achieve a proper saturation rate.

July 11th, west of Wright County; right along the border between Humboldt and Kossuth County. This was not a day in which I expected to take a lot of pictures.

Looking towards Luverne.

A vulture takes an interest in me for a while. I get out and speak loudly to it, giving it directions to Des Aliens.

The vulture listens to me while circling, and then flies towards Des Aliens.

I proceed to Luverne.

East of Luverne I start to wander north and east randomly.

I ended up back in Wright County again. I wasn't really into going very far this day. However, the opportunity arose to take some videos of the county, and I ended up spending long hours trying to get some.

July 12th and 13th, nighttime in the Eagle Grove area. My intention is to find some place where I can get a good view of the Milky Way Galaxy (ours). I am using the Nikon camera again with the 18-140mm lens.

This, and the next four shots are aimed at Eagle Grove with the Moon overhead. I try to take the pictures at different time delays to show the effects. You will have to turn all of the lights out in your room to see these properly. I did not alter the lighting of the photos to make them look better in full light.

This one was taken at 2.5 seconds time delay, using a tripod.

3 seconds time delay.

4 seconds.

4 seconds.

4 seconds.

5 seconds. Now looking at Goldfield.

8 seconds.

Milky Way Galaxy.

Milky Way Galaxy. There is a story to this. I found a place where there was not too much ambient light and the Milky Way was very visible. I got out my tripod and set up the camera; then I started to take a lot of time delayed (30 second) photographs. I was completely alone out there for hours, of course. No automobiles of any kind. There were some dark farms in the distances, but there was no one else out there at all. Just me and the camera and the Milky Way -- and -- a herd of cows that I had inadvertently woken up when I stopped. For hours they berated me with loud voices that would wake the dead. They were truly and genuinely pissed off, and voiced their anger at me. Meanwhile, while I was trying to ignore them, and then I was shouting back at them (while the exposures were being taken) -- there was a Raccoon near to me, down in a stream, cracking shells with a rock like some old shoe smith working late at night in his shop on the King's Shoes. I watched him for a long time, while the exposures were being taken. He just sat there with his ass on a sand bank and banged on shells (that he had placed on a large boulder in the sand) with a rock; opening them and eating the contents. Then he did something that is not supposed to be possible according to the Science Priests. He picked up one rock with one hand and placed it onto a shell that was difficult to open, and then grabbed up another (larger) rock with the other hand and slammed it down on the first rock. Just like a hammer and a chisel it worked and the shell cracked. He was eating the contents when a Hawk arrived and began to screech at everyone. The cows had simmered down a bit (to loud grunts) and now they began their bellowing again in earnest. This went on for the hours that I was there. I should have used the opportunity to exercise my best Bull Moose calls. But those cows don't even know what a Moose is. You know about Bull Mooses and cows -- right? Did I tell you that one? True story.

You will notice in these photos, all taken at 30 seconds, that in such a short time the stars actually move in the sky; leaving short streaks instead of dots of light.

The stars are NOT moving in the sky. The planet is moving. The Earth is rotating constantly, such that as you stand anywhere on the Earth you are carried towards what we call the 'East'. Hence, any celestial object that you see in the night skies is being taken out of your view towards the 'West'. This is the simple explanation of why the Sun and Moon rise in the 'East' and set in the 'West'. Neither is moving at such a rate. The perception of movement is caused by the rotation of the planet towards the 'East'. Literally, the Earth will rotate you into a position where you can see the Sun and Moon rise in the 'East, and carry you 'eastwards' until the Sun and Moon are carried out of your view to the 'West'.

Milky Way Galaxy. The line in the southeast quarter is from the flashing lights of an aircraft.

Out here in a storm this is one sign you do not want to see. Roads that are not plowed in the winter are usually less rocked and solid than the others.

I took a fast look at the dashboard of the Cashmere. It was 02:55 hours on the morning of the 13th.

A typical intersection in the night. Too crowded for me.

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Markel Peters

https://www.voices-of-iowa.blogspot.com/

https://www.voices-of-iowa-concise.blogspot.com/