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nUkiEmOLe sToRieS #5/ 08 aug 2011: of mTN mons[1]—how adaptable is american-Artistry w.i. orthodox ‘traditionalism’

nUkiEmOLe sToRieS #5/ 08 aug 2011                                                                          © apeco 11-30-14

of mTN mons[1]—how adaptable is american-Artistry w.i. orthodox ‘traditionalism’?


Looking with transparency into regional urban areas, such as Oklahoma City, Fort Worth Texas, Pueblo CO, little-D Colorado, Sacramento CA, Oakland CA, Santa Rosa and Petaluma CA, towns surrounding Clearlake CA, surrounding Napa CA, Carmel Valley CA, Atascadero CA, Santa Fe Springs CA, Santa Fe New Mexico, Amarillo Texas, Carson City Nevada, Eugene Oregon, and a host of other spots left me bereft! This was not anxiety I was witnessing, more like “egregiousness: hyper-Capitalism”. I was pleased to finally grab a hold of my thoughts for further discourse, thru personal physical capabilities. Because not part-time trucking (tRukken), but hiking in woods learning Biology and Botany, animals and water runoffs in non-perpetual: seasons. Ecology was high-school protesting against “nuclear-Molecular” the nonsense of being taught epicurean strains via disdains for telling the truths—or morosely teachers not being allowed to state the truth nor those who were parsimonially to a partial emphasis, egregious-complement to actually allowing cognizance be over-looked.


and part-time Social Security (invalide`[2]) SSI, would allot enough money for food and tooling up for sculpturing, as well as maintaining Medicaid. In this way I could maintain my physical output by practice of three dimensions utilizing my visuality sense. That a return to photography as well is maintained poetry, while being on the road in my bands one and two, for discernible continuation of anti-Nuclearism, created the appraisal of concomitancy w.o. sequestering in the slurb-sprawl amplification of that of a specific closed-door method of racist embolism, the bourgeois society.


All of this, became amassed in a colloquy of sorts, a fusion of implicit, as well as discerning need, for quiet–that of the mountains, that of wild animals, while plants and biology or the ecological summarizing of my world contracts with the ecology-group. Staying connected, in other words, was being connected to the natural, as much as engendering the socializing aspects of change through writing–my daily journals. I was best able to keep my affirmative without interruption by being in coffeehouses in the urban areas, or in my vans, that I had word murals for this societal-highways of life. There was a clash of vehicles, as no four-wheel-drive pickup truck or jeep long bed with camper, became the mountain-man—for such a long time. [a story in and of the very nature of my intimacies w roads-Travelling]. My mountainous experience was transformed by the live in this of rugged demurring. I would have to become rugged enough to identify with mountainous terrain, with mountainous highway conditions, gas prices, flat tires, work routines of other work relating nonprofessionals–or why my independent trucking, OTR was implementing of a non-sociological factor, that of being further from women, thus further from family.


Thus, I transcended space time for photography, for the understanding of the thoroughness of the continent and the rise of mountain ranges, and the kind of first forest extent, plus audible sounds of fresh water, that was being devoured by Giardia–and over timbering. So, I spent too much time at re-planting saplings. I missed one very special occasion, at my longest camp spot–that of 15 months. She was an affirmative type of person, and indemnity of my own furtive living strife, that of the mountains, and that of dealing with nature firsthand. I never got a picture of her, as I had run my roll of film to the end. She came walking her bicycle uphill into Ponderosa Meadow Campground—about 8,300 feet altitude. I had Van-one and Jeep-one… and I can remember her not speaking up but my kind of glance directly looking at her, and suggesting to myself what a cumli-Lassie looking occasion.


The fledgling Peregrine falcon, and the meadow squirrels, chipmunk squirrels, Alberts squirrels, red tail hawks, occasional stellar jays, and the roadway being over a mile away helped me significantly—quiet from tie-Reds noises–which I definitely needed. The clash was necessary for me to continue with the long miles of radial tire noise from 18 wheels and tires, both visuality of animals, foxes, black-bears (5 into camp), coyotes, raccoons, elk-ski’s and bobcats. I was able to read; I was able to write; I was able to think; I was able to photograph; I was able to view-look-remediate and generally listen to the news of a miserly, NAPA auto–Boulder Colorado– deep cycle battery and low light condition, on KGNU-fm or am-late nite’s west-coast, east-coast, gulf-coast. My hiking was imperative to part-time tRukken in order to maintain lo9ng hours per day of sitting that oft-times commanded hours of loading, tie-downs or off-loading commodities.


I got into purchasing organic foodstuff, and I had partial healthcare—but, not however, Medicare. I started drinking ale as well as alternating with wine during wintertime—one glass is plenty for living alone. I did not think that everybody walking nearby my camp spots was a friend, but I was pleased that someone would pass the time, or merely say a hello, and some people were quite gracious about commenting regarding the words painted-on, my van—such as “reduction of nuclear weapons ” and “stop the wars “. Being in the mountains one had to aspire to remembering, as there was no way to have a computer that would give you a podcast, because podcasts had not been invented. She would have been a good person to share in societal change, because her mannerisms exuded method. As much as I lived in the mountains for eight years, from my van-2, I was wont to try my luck with travel from this one dispensation–that of being a mountain-person–because, I was a man of the nuclear-Consciousness.


Now, time having passed 13 years since that exuberance, I still consider myself a person of the methods of backwoods/mountains do very nature of my photography; and, the brown gray death of the conifer forests. I have lived in my cabin, my cold-water lamenting condition and found more to say, to speak, to not slight the dispensation of warmonger society and wars-warring dire straits, ‘the cathected’ was sometimes plutocracy and moreso Consciousness expostulated. This connote was introduced by the CP American (party) of Berkeley/Oakland CA to us, since we feared a backlash to our pRogRessivism by conservatives and ultra-deluxe duds of war-mongering fascist ways.


We were not long to find that radical right people were watching us, closely. The fact led to moderate-Conservatives you used mannerly enumerations when making persons, so we of the Revolution Now affinity group, utilized that specific of cathecting en voce` w door-entrees into retail businesses. has almost gamesmanship WON. I have had to live a self styled, selfless philosophical arraignment of self-self rather than a selfishness, non-person. But, I wonder what did I resolve of the family nurturing, amiable, practical minded, hard-working, soul. I was remiss in not thinking of my 1991 bonding with Brande; as I took two vacations, and found a very dear, enlightened and arts savvy gal of my very becoming–never able to go back, and to bond, I again had to return to the task of anti–Nuclearism.


[1] The several impartial aspects, one that ;llanyuage of trappers, furriers, Spanish-speaking and French-Indian speaking was long ago coined in the utility of “man”. A second factor into my peregrinations was no remedy other than meeting people, not necessarily women–all people! I surmised older roadways and next significance of contoured highways, as much as connecting with knowledge growth in the paradigm of intellectualism, more so than that of growth being slurban-sprawl. My artwork vans was accepted as being my legendary quest…

[2] Third-Class carriage world-tRavels were a definitive ‘travail’ but a contrast that one should well utilize for ‘at-Home in empire’ roadways that demeans even an invalide, person w injuries might remove oneself from close-in quarters and get out-there to see blue-Oaks and poison-Oak, or coniferous snow-capped mountains of a svelte nurturing the mindscape ecological nurturing meta-Physic…thus not invalid in moral way or significant social way!

Bio-sketch (2-27-16)…

I started into believing that I would be able to show my data and my photogRapHics in 1996. By 1998 I was learning computers would gain ascendant methods thru technics of programming for a future connected to data and information. That was nuclear-Molecular finding(s) to share and my personal-Activism w first account specifics and engendering(s).

As cameras went 'digital-Tech' I fond that editing was also to follow in 2004. Then, in 2005 my first digital camera had replaced usage(s) of s.l.r. 35 mm's. I have no mercy nor pity for the thieves who have stolen my hard werk, as anxiety of what I allowed was mid-stReam--anyway! Those asshole-Pukes have cost me $1,000's on a fixed income and I remain single, sole-Survivor of two-Families w.o. offspring!

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