I live in an extremely remote place in Appalachia. We are just now coming to the end of a drought. We don’t need some expert who tells us that it’s getting hotter, Duh. Frankly, I think the experts are wrong about the timetable speed. It’s getting hotter faster. No snow for years. Forest fires. Alarming.

Lions, tigers, and wolves, oh my.

Tourists get off on seeing Pretty Fluffy Clouds dancing a ballet with light. Those Tourist Clouds are waste from the Industrial Ohio Valley. PM2. Sulfur dioxide. Acid rain did not go away. It was the media who went away. We live here.

Carbon Monoxide. Benzene. Toluene. Xylene. I am suffering, and I am suffering from heart failure. The only thing keeping me alive is a pacemaker. Or I would be dead. I cannot take the medicines I need to stay alive because I cannot afford them. I am so deeply sorry that Obama Care, has not trickled down. But I am, dying and so are animals who live here. In this heat. Those clouds from the Ohio river power plants are killing us now.

Death has arrived for the coyotes. In the spring, you could hear the mewing of the pups. I found their bodies on a ledge. Just dead. The mountain lions same thing. They can’t stalk in the heat. And I am the alarmist. It’s true. I am an alarmist. I am a published photographer. Photos of my little world. Dead birds. Dead chicks. Dead Fish floating. Those bears are all going down the mountain. I am a Proud Alarmist. I heard a rumor some folks were trucking in water for the animals.  Only rumors. I know nothing.