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Well, my friends, I would like to have found and posted more, however, each time I went into my system to accomplish this I suffered cyber attacks, some of which were implied to be "official" (surveys etc. but seemingly sucking-up the contents of my files, constantly imposing "Plug-ins" and so on and even completely crashing everything that I was doing so that I had to start over again. | comments: Leave a comment   |
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The eagle photo was originally published by the Minneapolis Star Tribune.
Have a safe holiday.
"Dr.G." | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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Ancient Lava Flow.
Black Rocks
Deer-trashed fence.
Obnoxious weed.
Tree-house; Critter-view.
Weather-trashed Gazebo.
A reminder from the folks who care about the truth.
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The test-message being sent was: "Five minutes from home."
It's happening again. Let's see if this will transfer, and, if not, I shall eventually try again.
"Dr. G." | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
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Here's suddenly 'sneaking up on it' the next day.
More and more it would appear that my 'tentative' posts are (among God knows how many billions of people could be 'active' on line at any given moment) "seen" by someone that "monitors" (and, yes, I KNOW for sure that those "jobs" exist based upon conversation with a woman whose employment was exactly that) what pops-up based upon "key-words," and are attacked when my material criticizes Satanic crap by refusing to pervert myself with his agenda.
Last night was such a time. The "Flexibility" photo was entered and, by the time I had added one more item, which, I've noticed doesn't even show, my site was attacked with an implication that it was not available for posting, and, "like dominoes" one after another, everything else I had been doing, "fell."
So, although I am not the world's most profound computer genius, what little that I do know is being applied and, God help me, I want the few of you precious folks who view my materials to see this, specifically, and be aware of the 'phenomenon.'
We live in very dangerous times.
"Dr. G." | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Here's a souvenir of when Brother John (Hanson) was logging on the main farm. This item is a home-made log-loader/log-lifter/log-mover that was built using the frame of an old truck. Locally, it's work is done and it can 'rust-in-peace.'
This one is the "Halfahut." Suzy and I began assembling it, years ago, as a "repair" of the building that Satanic 'PETA' mentality trespassers (literally card-carrying anti-Christ, un-American Communists affiliated with a neighbor to the east) had REPEATEDLY knocked down, to prevent me from using what was a small, abandoned, but once occupied house, as a hunting blind. First time, I put the 'original' back together. The next time the item had been so thoroughly demolished that I nailed one end of a long board to the pile of debris, and the other end to a post which we set, to establish the "connection," (legal-technicalities to address the Politburo's bull-shit) and began to make "repairs." More substantial repairs, as, later, we set more posts and extended the connection. The project was interrupted, and, eventually, I simply built my "Tree House" on the other extreme of the fields. Any tampering with that one and I am going to "own" them.
Being as my Duck consistently struggled when it was driven down into and back up out of the ditch between the first forty and the first twenty, I, entirely by myself, designed and built a bridge. There is much more to it than 'meets the eye.' I'm blessed that it has held up so well for so long. Trails that I made beyond-the-bridge have all grown-over, and, as I've mentioned before, I'll need to bring the chainsaw back to the site before I can drive the Duck over the bridge again. One of the reasons for the neglect is that the Duck was damaged the last time I loaned it out, and has yet to be repaired.
Tree-house view of "The Ground Floor."
Elevator.
Cafeteria.
Desk by the window, the 'aneometer' (checking the atmospheric conditions) and the view.
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Going afield.
Sand cranes; Although not obvious in the photo which "autofocused" on the brush in the foreground, there are two of them, standing tall, near the edge of the woods.
Turkey decoys. Yes, a real one finally arrived at 10:AM after my five-hour wait. And yes, this morning I feasted on wild-turkey, onions and (chicken's) eggs.
Deer. Not in season, so, only a photograph, and that, again, is not particularly vivid as the autofocus is effected by the brush in the foreground. However, it is a documentation that you may be able to enjoy. This location, incidentally, is on Fox's place, where I was invited to hunt because a solid seven days of hunting my own fields, a few weeks ago, or whenever it was, did not produce a harvest.
Suzy operating the big one; my 18 horse brush cutter, while I made repairs on her smaller machine. She, very literally, wears the wheels off of her lawnmowers. There's only a few inches difference in the cutting height, and my machine is definitely the better choice when the grass is high.
Might also add that this photo is one of a series that is animated, on the camera, when I hold the viewing button down.
Valley.
Rain.
Caterinas.
Becky.
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