In the Iao Vally, waterfalls emerge from the clouds, and the five thousand foot volcanic cliffs, graced in a sheer vertical rain forest. It is a place of cleansing and rebirth. Mega turbulence, light aircraft, and awesome beauty go well together here, where one can see how wonderfully fragile life is.
My Copyrighted Images, my home place and places in the world I have been, many of which are film with negatives. I am a conservative Patriot, who loves photography, gardening, travel, nature. A researcher of sonic healing, med beds, ufology, anthropology, ancient ruins, petroglyphs, hieroglyphs, suppressed technology, time, space, spirituality, propulsion systems, anti-gravity, retired Military personnel, compartmented/black projects, The big picture, as it affects life.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Wall Of Tears Kaui, Hi
In the Iao Vally, waterfalls emerge from the clouds, and the five thousand foot volcanic cliffs, graced in a sheer vertical rain forest. It is a place of cleansing and rebirth. Mega turbulence, light aircraft, and awesome beauty go well together here, where one can see how wonderfully fragile life is.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Acoma Pueblo, New Mexico, "Sky City"
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Louisiana Vegetable Garden
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Fallen Giant Redwood
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Haleakala Creator Maui, Hi
Life is a wondrous gift. The world is beautiful. And then one finds that something extra that is magic.
When I was a little boy, I believed this extraordinary quality existed, and that I would see it.
Michelangelo painted it on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel in the form of God reaching out to Adam.
Haleakala is that inspiration in the raw.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Yukon Territory
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Container Vegetables in South Louisiana
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Grandfather Tree
I once met a humbly learned individual by the name of Mario, an indigenous person who lived most of his life in the rain forest, far from any modern convenience. He told me he left the simple life he loved because he wanted his son to go to school, and learn to read and write. The park service there offered to give he and his family good clothing, a small salary, teach them English in exchange for a job as a tour guide, as his knowledge of trees and plants was extensive. He spoke with a reverence for the plants and animals of the jungle and for life I have seen in few ministers.
He pointed to a huge tree, (kind of like this one that my grandfather planted) towering above all the rest and said to me, Ron, this is the Grandfather tree, and within its limbs and crevices, as you can see is a forest in itself, within which seeds, the hopes of all future rain forests rely. A tree is like a word that grows.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Train From Durango To Silverton Colorado
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Pompei Bread Market
Thursday, June 24, 2010
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