We'll all be poor by then and have to go to Wally World to buy Wal-Weed it'll be like $5 an ounce we won't be able to make it to the bathroom in the back either so lets hope it's in the front of the store.
Buckshot's Perpetual Grow, LED, Pro-Mix, Evolving Feeding Routine
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Brotha Buck looking frosty as usual 
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I am trying to type a response... and going nowhere fast.
Catman12
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Let's condense maybe I can get through
I am a fiscal conservative and a social liberal so both major parties piss me off. The current administration is the worst I have ever seen on both pissing away the money, boot stomping more folks and even diminishing peoples rights that have been fought and died for.
Speaking of pissing... why did my father not warn me? WTF
I am rich but I have no wealth... really. I would love to own a home but through my life and the things that have happened it has eluded me. I will never be wealthy even though I work my ass off... well maybe if I get lucky, and that is the beauty of our country. I have poured all I have into my kids and grandchildren and they my wife and all of my family is what makes me rich.
I gotta pee... gtfo
I grow only for myself. I wish I could help everyone...
I think if it is ever legal I will be happy to set up a booth at the local farmers market. Prices can only go so low before folks need to eat so at some point the price will level and that is where you will have to play. I think the market will then be ready for select cannabis... at a good price. Grow regular weed and keep seeds. Make hybrids and keep track ... what if it was legal and you could sell seeds?
I am just a guy who takes pictures not a photographer. Thank you for looking and the nice comments.
Thank you all for coming in and not only looking but offering views and comment...
I am a fiscal conservative and a social liberal so both major parties piss me off. The current administration is the worst I have ever seen on both pissing away the money, boot stomping more folks and even diminishing peoples rights that have been fought and died for.
Speaking of pissing... why did my father not warn me? WTF
I am rich but I have no wealth... really. I would love to own a home but through my life and the things that have happened it has eluded me. I will never be wealthy even though I work my ass off... well maybe if I get lucky, and that is the beauty of our country. I have poured all I have into my kids and grandchildren and they my wife and all of my family is what makes me rich.
I gotta pee... gtfo
I grow only for myself. I wish I could help everyone...
I think if it is ever legal I will be happy to set up a booth at the local farmers market. Prices can only go so low before folks need to eat so at some point the price will level and that is where you will have to play. I think the market will then be ready for select cannabis... at a good price. Grow regular weed and keep seeds. Make hybrids and keep track ... what if it was legal and you could sell seeds?
I am just a guy who takes pictures not a photographer. Thank you for looking and the nice comments.
Thank you all for coming in and not only looking but offering views and comment...
Catman12
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Amen
I gotta pee... gtfo
Exactly this. I hope I live to see the day and maybe have a little booth - earn a little cash - nice vision Buckshot
IMHO you are One Helluva Great Photographer - Far as I can tell [and I'm good at this] everyone looks forward to your excellent photo updates because of your skillz. Just sayin'
hehe I'm not sheepish. I always vote for the best photograph of the best specimen. We all bring our personal tastes into the voting though. I may be worse than you. For example, in NotM, I will not vote if the picture is not A NUG. I want to see a single bud/cola/nug and it should be frosty as hell and well manicured. For PotM, I have my preference as to what the ideal plant should look like, so I vote for the ones that most resemble MY version of ideal. (fyi, for me that's always gonna be a nice squat indoor indica hehe). And again, if it's a crappy picture or shows more than one plant (ie a whole garden), I don't vote for them. I guess I feel they aren't even following the rules of the contest.
You're a very rich man my friend.
Medical Cannabis IS legal here in WA. I HAVE sat at the farmer's market.
Honestly, if you were a full time farmer, you probably wouldn't be at the farmers' market. It's called division of labor. You shouldn't have time to sit and work a retail business if your business if growing/farming.
Maybe I'm just not interested in that part of the business
Dennise
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It sounds as if you know what true riches are....
how modest he is just a guy taking pictures
skunnymonster
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Yea, like Slash is just a guy who plucks guitar strings 
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cut it out!
Happy Shatterday Brotha
Happy ShatterDaze Buckshot....you are a talented guy with the camera and green thumb bro
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Ok
Cut some haze, a few branches... cleaned up and found whatever is in the parchment paper whoa it is good! and the rest is mixed older stuff on top of the jars
Cut some haze, a few branches... cleaned up and found whatever is in the parchment paper
whoa it is good! and the rest is mixed older stuff on top of the jars
skunnymonster
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Ok
Cut some haze, a few branches... cleaned up and found whatever is in the parchment paper
Damn that is a chunk
.....yummmy...Happy SkunkDaze Buchshot
Dutty Panty
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Great journal. Very informative
Catman12
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Nice sugar coating and home made Meds Buckshot
he has some Dank concentrates
I stopped by to thank you for the reps and say I was glad you enjoyed the photo. The conversation here is incredible. Before I knew it I was 10 pages back. I should stop in here more often.
I wanted to add my story. Life is what happens when you're making other plans. When the husband and I married, just as the steel mills all closed, I wasn't thinking we'd be locked into poverty. We fought our way up numerous times just to get slammed over and over again. Then he got crazy sick and the past 15 years have been one medical challenge after another keeping him alive. No end in sight. We ended up being one of those "one medical emergency away from bankruptcy" families, and bankruptcy wasn't as much fun as it sounds like it might be. The upside was qualifying for disability (scary easy to do in his case - really scary) so we at least had that small regular income. His need for constant care eventually took me out of the job market too. I still haven't figured what to do about that. At 61 I still had lots of employable energy left and it meant we only had his meager disability.
So I simplified. The house is gone. Almost everything we had accumulated over the years is gone as well, though we kept many of our favorites - his fossil collection, artwork we've created or purchased over the years. No vehicle anymore. Thank goodness we live in an urban area with excellent public transportation. From the house to living in our tattoo studio to a nice apartment, to our current 725 sq ft that I actually find nice and cozy, but it's just the two of us now. Raising children under the poverty line was frightening. Living as senior citizens below the poverty line is much easier, at least here. I'm thankful that we live in a state that has excellent medicaide, or I'd be living alone now because he would have died already. It was never my intention to be in the lower economic strata, but I sure as hell wasn't going to be debilitated by it and if there's a program to alleviate the suffering a bit I'll go for it, regardless of the ridiculous hoops one sometimes has to jump through. I learned quickly that pride doesn't fill empty stomachs.
The entire experience - all these years of struggle and frustration - I have never lost sight of the idea that there were others out there struggling without our optimistic outlook and creative methods to cope. What has impressed me the most is how little we really need to be happy. I wish good food wasn't so expensive. I hate worrying about getting through the month with enough food. I should just stop worrying about that because we have never, ever gone without a meal, but the potential is too frequently there. I've learned to be a very thrifty cook. Someday - some sweet day - maybe it won't be like this anymore. There's worldwide muttering about solutions and I'm eternally optimistic. I'm American. I don't know how to be anything but optimistic. I feel so blessed to live where we do.
There has to be a way for us to all pull together and make prospects better for the generations behind us. I'm waiting and watching and looking for a way to make my contribution to that end. Even if all I can do is stand by and cheerlead. It's what we do in America - we make things work.
Wow. That turned out to be much more than a hello.
I wanted to add my story. Life is what happens when you're making other plans. When the husband and I married, just as the steel mills all closed, I wasn't thinking we'd be locked into poverty. We fought our way up numerous times just to get slammed over and over again. Then he got crazy sick and the past 15 years have been one medical challenge after another keeping him alive. No end in sight. We ended up being one of those "one medical emergency away from bankruptcy" families, and bankruptcy wasn't as much fun as it sounds like it might be. The upside was qualifying for disability (scary easy to do in his case - really scary) so we at least had that small regular income. His need for constant care eventually took me out of the job market too. I still haven't figured what to do about that. At 61 I still had lots of employable energy left and it meant we only had his meager disability.
So I simplified. The house is gone. Almost everything we had accumulated over the years is gone as well, though we kept many of our favorites - his fossil collection, artwork we've created or purchased over the years. No vehicle anymore. Thank goodness we live in an urban area with excellent public transportation. From the house to living in our tattoo studio to a nice apartment, to our current 725 sq ft that I actually find nice and cozy, but it's just the two of us now. Raising children under the poverty line was frightening. Living as senior citizens below the poverty line is much easier, at least here. I'm thankful that we live in a state that has excellent medicaide, or I'd be living alone now because he would have died already. It was never my intention to be in the lower economic strata, but I sure as hell wasn't going to be debilitated by it and if there's a program to alleviate the suffering a bit I'll go for it, regardless of the ridiculous hoops one sometimes has to jump through. I learned quickly that pride doesn't fill empty stomachs.
The entire experience - all these years of struggle and frustration - I have never lost sight of the idea that there were others out there struggling without our optimistic outlook and creative methods to cope. What has impressed me the most is how little we really need to be happy. I wish good food wasn't so expensive. I hate worrying about getting through the month with enough food. I should just stop worrying about that because we have never, ever gone without a meal, but the potential is too frequently there. I've learned to be a very thrifty cook. Someday - some sweet day - maybe it won't be like this anymore. There's worldwide muttering about solutions and I'm eternally optimistic. I'm American. I don't know how to be anything but optimistic. I feel so blessed to live where we do.
There has to be a way for us to all pull together and make prospects better for the generations behind us. I'm waiting and watching and looking for a way to make my contribution to that end. Even if all I can do is stand by and cheerlead. It's what we do in America - we make things work.
Wow. That turned out to be much more than a hello.