These old ones that dwell upon us, who live for 100 to 1000 years, much like the ancient Saguaro cactus. Who has forgotten the memory of the Sycamore tree, the glorious white barked tree that holds the mystery of the old world, much like a weeping willow?
Well, this apartment complex nearby where I live, just chopped down all their fucking trees. We're talking trees that are like over 100 years old, over a dozen of them, and there was nothing wrong with them. I wonder why?
Well, apparently the people here in this city in which I live are at war against the trees, but really most of the common people are completely unaware of it, because they are asleep and cannot be held accountable for their incompetence, because they are completely out of their minds. Meanwhile the real perpetrators are invisible, and act very much like foreign diplomats with international immunity.
The travesty has happened. You can call it a genocide, a massacre of Ancient Wisdom, like Avatar, all the trees are connected, and these were old trees all killed at the same time. That's what it is, and I am probably one the very few people here who have noticed that it is happening.
These are some pictures from an apartment complex that I walk by sometimes. I don't live there but I walk by there and it use to to be very nice, a park like atmosphere, full of well established sycamore trees, but for some reason the apartment complex decided to chop them all down within the last two weeks, destroying perfectly healthy Sycamore trees that have been here for more than a hundred years.
So, I walked around and photographed the tree stumps. I'm using a generic camera, so if things look a little weird, that's why. I probably should have gotten a Go Pro. I also wish I would have gotten a good Nikon or Cannon camera with extended telephoto lens, but I've completely run out of money now, so making the best of what I have.
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This final picture of myself, you must understand, is not a hunter posing in front of a trophy kill, but rather of an investigative journalist attending a funeral, exposing the crime of illegal poaching of an endangered species. It is not a time of celebration, but a time of mourning.

