HANFORD REACH, 'Black Hole' of the Columbia [click photo for next . . . ]
(photo made from a speeding car, a nervous Dave Clemens
at the wheel!)
This is being written about 220 km as the crow flies
downwind of the so-called Hanford Superfund Site. On
the Columbia River, it is one of the largest areas of
nuclear contamination anywhere in the world, and while
still in use, produced the plutonium for 60,000 weapons [sic],
leaving 203,000 m3 waste still to be cleaned up. Plutonium,
named for the god of hell, is the most deadly substance
known to man, with but 1,000,000 of a gram—a microgram—
once it becomes airborne, thought by some to be
enough to cause cancer.
Plutonium remains dangerous for ±250,000 years.
[source: Dr. Helen Caldicott ifyoulvethisplanet.org #72]
[source of data on Hanford: Wikipedia]
On the road in the American Northwest.
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SEE ASLO TRINITY / EARTHRISE--two paths
Reaching for the sky,
we fell straight to the bottom of hell.
How far down can we go?
Only angels can tell.
False shimmer of the morning reservoir,
make-believe tinsel for real river gold.
Only love, moves mountains;
Only love, removes dams.
DIRECTION OF ATTENTION
With corruption, follow the money;
With wholeness, follow the water.
Watch the trajectories cross.
WASTE OF GOOD
We shape the world and the world shapes us.
Good people do bad things when forced to think
and move within inherently false
and contradictory systems.
The task of philosophy is to, without forcing, pause
the disharmonious movement, and then step back
to reconsider the inconsistencies, possible wrong
turns, mistakes of direction.
And then, simply start over again.
The North Wallowas
All Photographs & texts by Cliff Crego © 1999-2013 picture-poems.com