Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

August in Silverton, Oregon

We visited friends in Silverton, Oregon, and went for a stroll next to flower seed farmland...we picked blackberries, and spied deer and hawks and a farmer shooting squirrels ("they chew up the wiring!")...

Amber waves of grain, blown about by the wind, swaying to and fro...

An American Barn

All for now...


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At 11:19 AM, Blogger Aaron Kinney said...

This private farm with its privately owned and tilled lands... doesnt it make you sick?

Clearly, if we were to collectivize this farm, the wheat would grow twice as high and the number of harvests a year would TRIPLE, making this one farm alone yield six times the amount of wheat!

These free market swine always ruin it for everybody else.

Land socialization! JUCHE!


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