Passion selects you, by God!
I Am The Creator
Lord One Of The Universe
Thank God! Someone finally found me!
You were expecting
a manly King?
Or a gorgeous Queen?
My Passion speaks for Itself
~ Natural Selection ~
outdid me this time
So I let it be.
GOD
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Photographs courtesy of Maria Firpi
▲ Uncle Tree ▲
Passion selects you!
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“Hey there, Uncle Tree! Do you hear what I hear?”
I do, Goldfinch. I surely do, and I can see it, too.
“Oh, I see it now. Well…is it prettier than I?”
No, no, no, my friend. There is no competition.
“Yah, right, Uncle Tree. That old plane is a beauty!”
Although, I do like its purr, your song is far more musical.
“At least, I have friends, and we have food, thanks to you!”
“Yellow bi-wings? Yes, we’ve got that covered, too.”
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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When you don’t own a drone, you take pictures like this:
the old fashioned way — you earn it.
After 100+ hard-won steps, I reached the tippity top of the lookout tower
at Platte River State Park, near Louisville, in eastern Nebraska.
The first tall tower of the day belonged to Mahoney State Park,
just west of the above, and only 30 miles from home.
We “children of the corn” live a ways away from the river,
as do the cows, pigs, and soybeans you can’t see from up here.
Slow and shallow runs this river through the heart of the country.
Nebraska rates 2nd in cattle population, but 37th in peoples.
Per land area, we rank 15th, and 3rd for growing corn.
But when it comes to college football…well?
We are mostly famous for that.
When you bleed HUSKER red,
you’re always on top of your game.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
GO BIG RED!!!
( #1 )
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Thanks to all the fireworks on the 4th of July, this deer was spooked into new territory.
The next morning, he found a way out playing through Highlands Golf Course.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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Uncle Sam Jam in Lincoln, Nebraska
Photographs by Uncle Tree
Independence Day
July 4, 2018
USA
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Have you ever walked out to your back porch on a cool Saturday morning,
only to see one of these humongous things floating in the sky?
I’m thinking, “U.F.O.? Or is Pink Floyd in town?”
Going into stealth mode, the blimp attempts to hide behind some trees.
It looked like a whale searching for a safe spot on the runway to beach itself.
I hear tell they planned for a sleepover at Lincoln Airport.
My proud petunias quickly spread the gossip.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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Spring-like temperatures stole the show on this first day of Summer.
The average temperature for June 21 is 86°, but the 68°
we reached today is plainly ass-backwards.
The Summertime Blues shall have to wait, since
Spring came so unfashionably late.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
“Stay safe, folks!”
Keith
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If a choir of angels could leave footprints,
I’m guessing they’d look a lot like these:
Mammatus clouds in Lincoln, Nebraska
June 11, 2018
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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“Fly high, dear nephew! And say Hi to your dad,
and my dad, and the rest of our heavenly family for me. Will ya?”
You see, Alex, 23, bought this motorcycle a couple of months ago.
He went on to meet his Maker just a ways beyond this cross.
I work for Kawasaki, and I stand for Uncle Tree.
No need to imagine how I felt.
The trail of tears ended here on Highway 210, near Richmond, Missouri.
Friends and family showed up by the numbers, which made me quite proud.
An angel in the midst is always a comforting sign.
Burning one for Alex made for a righteously appropriate goodbye.
Blowing trees is like smoking tires —
they both end up taking you to the place you’d rather be.
Alex’s Nismo 370z did likewise, but now it remains as part of his legacy,
as do his skateboards and tennis shoes, and the beautiful arrangements.
“Thank you, Lord, for blessing us with such a sweet boy.”
Richard Alexander Watson
Richard Lee Watson
11/23/65 — 9/17/12
Billy Lee Watson
8/24/31 — 6/25/16
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Keith Alan Watson
Uncle Tree
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It reached 99° here yesterday!
By one degree, we beat the record high set in 1912.
For comparison’s sake, last year the high was 76°.
On or off the water, everyone was hot to trot.
Seagulls seem to celebrate the heated debate.
Still, at the end of the day, there’s no better place to be.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
Branched Oak Lake
Lincoln, Ne.
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Uncle Tree's House 