Tropical Photo Poetry

All Boats

...stare not as time toils
for a watched pot never boils
care not as age gloats
for your rising tide lifts all boats...

Over the Falls

This smokey "Over the Falls Burger" happens quick and
fills you with lots of vitamin Sea...

1 lb. hamburger
1/2 fresh or sun dried tomato, carved
2 heaping T. ketchup (catsup)
1/8 c French onion soup mix
2 cloves garlic, mashed
1 large raw whole egg, dropped in
1/2 tsp freshly ground black pepper
2 bread slices, ripped
1/8 c garlic roasted macadamia nuts, crushed

1. In a large bowl, use your (washed) hands to mix all
ingredients together and form into patties.
2. Add patties to a heated grill pan over medium heat
3. Cover and cook, turning once or twice 8 to 10 minutes
4. When firm to touch, serve hot on a sweet roll.

Surfer Burger

check out the Jamie Oliver food revolution

Surfer Burger

parsnip turnip parsley
bread crumb tomato sauce eggs
black pepper
bell pepper celery ketchup
onion soup mix beef broth and caramelized onion
carrot
dijon mustard
freshly ground black pepper
think quick surfer burger
red pepper flakes
Greek oregano mint family
basil pizza thyme parsnips Thanks giving
tomato
roasted sesame seeds
parsley
green or red bell peppers
both sides broth
garlic macadamias crushed



This smokey "Over the Falls Burger" happens quick and
fills you with lots of vitamin Sea...

1 lb. hamburger
1/2 fresh or sun dried tomato diced
2 heaping T. ketchup (catsup)
1/8 c French onion soup mix
2 cloves garlic, mashed
1 large raw whole egg
1/2 tsp freshly ground black pepper
2 hand torn slices of bread
1/8 c garlic roasted macadamia nuts, crushed

1. In a large bowl, use your (washed) hands to mix all
ingredients together and form into patties.
2. Add patties to a heated grill pan over medium heat
3. Cover and cook turning once or twice 8 to 10 minutes
4. When firm to touch, serve hot on a sweet roll.

Outpost#3

A rustle in the tall Banyan quickens the heart amidst the distant echo of giant trees. Haunched in the shadows, new perceptions open to faint percussive sounds along the jungle floor.

In an instant she is there. She is a young creature less than a year old, her scent exotic pheromones, a prelude to heated battle, beyond sensual. Her nakedness didn't matter to the jungle. Blood in the shadows were primal to her survival against any intruder of territory. Claws razor sharp, and white teeth the only discernible signals, if a signal at all. Her athletic musculature contorts, eyes embroiling for attack. A noble beast imbedded with nature's most direct order. Tonight she carries the sound of the hunter-silence.

Deliberate in keeping her teeth shown and her claws erect, the final solution of survival,directed by gene expression, arrives.

No time exists now. Instinctive hormonal rage, this meeting at an inevitable crossroad of the evolutionary trail. She is art in motion. Fine tuned by eons of genetic connections, and intrinsic balance between available oxygen and gravitational detriment. She had nothing to learn. Her skills were all there. The same genes offered by the very trees that hid her and--the ones given her by someone, or something else.

Her eyes shift now, looking for a passionate kill. There would be no division of urge by this ancient directive in pure focus. Tonight it would be kill or be killed.

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