Living in a Ghost Town


A study in moonochrome.

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his picture. This very one. I wanted to publish it today even thought we aren’t quite to this point.

Why?

Because I could and felt like it. That’s reason enough even if it isn’t the best reason. I suppose I could tell you some story about my thinking, but there isn’t any. Stories or reasoning.

Maybe there is some thinking behind this picture because it looks so bleak. Bleak is where we are headed. Straight to hell.

As you probably know there was a big environmental meeting in Europe that concluded last Friday. Everything was watered down. Cut car emissions? Around some moving date. Cut methane gas? Only if China and India can continue to burn coal.

I realize meetings like this are about negotiations, but this is just stupid. And, the politicians just don’t get it. Most of them are a little too old to care. They’ll be dead and buried before the world turns really nasty. Sheesh. New Orleans will be under six feet of water before we take the first step to mitigate that.

Me? I’m tired of living through 100 storms every sixteen years.

These do nothing politicians should come down here after a hurricane blows through, not for the couple of air conditioned hours they spend when they make some kind of fact finding trip, but for a week in the heat without power, food or water.

Maybe, they’ll learn.

What am I thinking? They are politicians.

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  1. I’m also tired of year-round fire season and perpetual drought. Kicking environmental accountability down the road to burden my grandchildren quite literally breaks my heart. 😦

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