When the Truth


Big clouds.

This morning’s readings were pretty bleak.

I learned about the word deep. And how it might be the word of the year as it is currently used. Everybody seems to be diving deep into all sorts of data. Our personal data is no longer safe no matter what we do.

I learned about post truth. That this years Superbowl is perfect for the current President of The United States. Illegitimate. I don’t say that as a Saints fan. I say that as a fan of the truth.

I learned that just about everybody who knows about such things as war, safety, immigration and most world views disagrees with that same president.

I learned that the door is open to beating and hurting people who don’t look like you. Who don’t act like you.

That makes me sad.

No country for old men. Sheesh. No country for anybody.

On the other hand.

This picture makes me smile. It’s the one I saw when I made the picture of trucks and me, that I posted yesterday. Look at it. Look at the beauty of nature. Even in changing and often hard times. Look at it as the clouds blow into the region dropping the temperature by about 30 degrees.

This is the real stuff. All the rest — post truth, lack of privacy, and violence — is just temporary. It’ll come to an end. It has to. Nature won’t allow it to go on. For me, there is no debate about climate change even if the president doesn’t understand what extreme weather really means. He keeps going on about how cold it is in the midwest, forgetting that on the other side of the world temperatures are way up in triple digits. That there are some children who have never seen or felt rain because droughts have lasted for longer than their short lives.

Nature seeks stasis. She’ll do whatever it takes to balance the planet. That could mean getting rid of us. Getting rid of all the noise. Getting rid of the polluters. Getting rid of those of us who do not respect her ways.

We are already seeing it.

Brand new Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez was criticized for saying the world would end in twelve years. That’s not what she said. She cited studies that said we have about twelve years to do something before it is too late to do anything. She gets attacked for anything she does. Sure, sometimes her numbers are off. But, she has our welfare at heart. The point is simple. We don’t have that much time to act. Twelve years is a short time.

That’s what these clouds got me thinking about. That’s what the words I read this morning got me pondering. That’s what this post is doing. At least, it is for me.

The picture. It’s a drive by. We talked about that yesterday. It’s a fairly simple thing. See it. Make it. Yet, so much is contained within its frame. For me, a picture brings up all sort of thoughts. I hope, if it isn’t this picture, that some picture does the same for you.

Published by Ray Laskowitz

I am a visual storyteller. I've been making pictures for some 40 years. I travel the world in search of the right image. in the right light at the right time. You can reach me by phone at 505.280.4686, or by email at Ray@Laskowitzpicturess.com or Pictures34@me.com. For a quick look at my work please go to www.laskowitzpictures.com.

5 thoughts on “When the Truth

  1. Hey! Love the photo and agree with your summation of what the planet, Gaia, is doing and the seriousness of the situation. I’m sitting here at home and it’s -25 degrees with wind it is -40 degrees actually. I’m cold indoors. Millions of people in the Midwest are in the same situation. Let’s keep the truth and the dialogue going forward about the seriousness of climate change.

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  2. I completely feel as you do about the abuses in our democracy and the cavalier and completely outrageous lack of concern for our environment. I wonder if you have heard about Joshua Tree National Park and the vandalism that took place during the shutdown? I can blame the President for the shutdown and keeping the parks open without management, but in the end, the damage, which they say will take multiple centuries to attain recovery, is due to the public. The damage done to these Joshua Trees and the desert itself, is very unsettling. The ill wind that blows through our country currently is not appealing to our highest good, that’s for sure. I feel so much sadness and outrage…I swing back and forth between the two!

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    1. Yes. Unfortunately, I have heard about Joshua Tree. I have no idea why people are so mean. I’d like to blame Trump, but he just tapped into this hatred. If he died tomorrow it wouldn’t matter. The hatred would still be here. Remember when I was trying to understand this, and nobody could answer the question? Well, it’s still there… I’ll get to see Joshua Tree mid next month.

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