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Ebenezer Baldwin Bowles
Citizen. Resident of the Opposite Loft. Steward of Crow's Cottage.
Citizen. Resident of the Opposite Loft. Steward of Crow's Cottage.

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No Birds. No Butterflies.
Issues of Sustainability on a Wounded Planet

It's said we as a human race live on a planet in dire need of saving.  Do we?  Issues of sustainability and climate change stand at the heart of a new essay for Crow's Cottage.  We look briefly at Naomi Klein's This Changes Everything and take a deeper look at Lierre Keith's critique of agriculture in The Vegetarian Myth.

The beaching of walruses in Alaska, the death of birds from the hot rays of solar plants in the deserts of the USA, and issues related to maize and transnational GMOs in Mexico are also addressed.

As always with Crows Cottage essays, we include imagery by Beau Bosko: the Clouded Sulphur and Dianthus, the Buckeye and Daisies, Meadow Farm in rural Maryland, leaves of the Rose Mallow and the Sycamore, and roots of a sapling.

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P.S.  Banned from Collaborative Commons

Non-commercial, altruistic, and advert free.... although I admit that I was banished from the Collaborative Commons Community yesterday after posting this notice on the stream.  The community "owner" insisted I was guilty of "self-promotion."  Maybe so.  To me, it's simply a matter of sharing something new. I can't imagine how the simple act of telling folks about a new essay on-topic comes across as offensive to the spirit of a community.  Who knows?  It's a strange world here in Electric Land.

Ebenezer Baldwin Bowles

#sustainability   #climatechange   #crowscottage   #lierrekeith  

"I will drag you like a horse's head to the bone-fire."
with the skull of a mare, a snail in the ashes tracing the word L O V E ...
Dance to the light of candles on the branches of the Hawthorn ... dance like a dervish 'till you swoon and fall

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Puppets and puppet master.

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The daffodils are already a fond memory. Here's one I spied on 17 February.

I look at each flower as an individual and seek to discern its character.... That is, when I slip into the frame of mind that allows for transformation.

Tulips emerge each spring but the deer eat them. I plead with them to eat something else but thus far they are not listening.


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I waited. All summer. And the red hibiscus bush refused to grant us a blossom. The other hibiscus plants have been a riot of color and bloom from late spring all the way through today.... yellow and pink, and pink and yellow....
but old red said no!
in May, no!
in June, no!
in July, no! ... and no, it seemed, in August....

Until Wednesday last.... When the flower shown here appeared in the Garden El Rey just outside my study window.

I knew she was comin' ... I could see the signs ... but I've learned to accept the uncertain nature of the world out there ... cross my fingers and hope to die... A promise is a promise hope to die

Green of leaf, tall as a heavyweight champion, and healthy as my happy hound Ulysses, the red hibiscus for reasons mysterious and coy withheld her glory until summer's end.

Patient, I fed her all summer long, watered her when she fell into a thirsty swoon, trimmed away the tired yellowing leaves, and urged her to awaken and bring forth her glory. I never gave up on my old red girl. Never.

One red blossom. Only one. Isn't she sweet!

--Ebenezer Baldwin Bowles

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A Living Memorial to a Murdered Man
A Lonely Cedar Tree Tells a Story

     My friend Joseph Dempsey shares the tale of "The Cross Tree," a surprise discovery on a lonely delta road in rural Arkansas.  Here's part of the tale....

    "In the mid-1980s a still unknown miscreant shot and killed old Frank Cross in his bed.  After the murderer did his gruesome deed, he covered Frank’s body with a coat and proceeded to ransack the place.  Who he (or she) was, what they were looking for, and why the deed was done is still a mystery.

     "Not long afterwards, the family had the house demolished, but left the tree as a memorial to Frank Cross.  The tree shows a few bruises and scrapes, but is doing well.  We can probably presume that it has endured the most savage treatment Mother Nature can dish out for a hundred years or so and is still going strong.  Frank, I believe would be proud."

I invite you to read all of the story and see a couple more pictures at CornDancer's Photo of the Week page -- non-commercial, altruistic, and advert free.

Ebenezer Baldwin Bowles
2 January 2015 at Crow's Cottage

#corndancer   #christmasstory   #joedempsey   

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Santa Paws -- an annual tradition in Pine Bluff, Arkansas, to benefit the Humane Society.  These sweet dogs have Christmas cheer!

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Santa Paws
A Benefit Photo Shoot for the Humane Society

My friend Joseph Dempsey visits Santa Paws every year about this time to capture some photographs of the old elf's favorite dogs.  This year's pack of Christmas hounds are as sweet as ever.  I invite you to have a look at 'em all by visiting Joseph's Photo of the Week.


#christmasdogs   #santapaws   #humanesociety   

Pretty cool place, Lady M.!

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My friend and collaborator Joseph P. Dempsey allowed me to step-in as guest photographer for his Photo of the Week feature.  Here's the result, captured in Muskogee, Oklahoma, nine days ago.  I've missed posting on Google+, but one thing is certain about life:  It changes.   --Ebenezer
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