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Imagine with Playbook in 30 Days ConceptIn 30 Days I will build the Earthseeds: (Views) of the Living website that will be a virtual gallery, digital zine, print store, and resource page that precedes the physical exhibition of (Views) in Omaha, Nebraska. This site will co-locate images with writings and resources created during 2020-2024 that demonstrate visions of Hope through alignment of People, Place, and Planet. It will connect visitors to the photo subjects and the lands they are in, as well as tie-in information about Octavia Butler and her prophetic novel, Parable of the Sower.This website will serve as the springboard to community engagement that revolves around a traveling exhibition of photographs that also features spoken word performances, discussions, and presentation of the Climate Action and Resilience Plan for the City of Omaha. I will draw the connection between aspirational photography, dystopian speculative fiction, and actual climate action policy that is being developed so people can see where they fit into Our Future.All in-person activities during the exhibitions will be recorded and archived on the website.This project will feature collaboration with local groups such as Conservation Nebraska, RegeNErate Nebraska, Benson First Friday, Fontenelle Forest, and Wild Roots People’s Clinic, and several Indigenous artists, herbalists, and spiritual healers.

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Colors of the Earth…The Colors of my Flesh&nbsp;look like the soil I'm sitting inBury me in freedomuntil we are free of sin&nbsp;Rid of man who don't understand the land and will Kill his own Kin for a Kouple grandWe are Sacred seeds&nbsp;doing sacred deedssprouting roots as we&nbsp;lead the herdspelling out truth&nbsp;with every wordliving life above&nbsp;the false and absurdWe are the futurewe've known it since birthRainbows bleed from our veins…colors&nbsp;ofthe earth.Soundtrack to the Evolution!…I ain't just talkin about revolvin’ cuz humans, we all evolvin’We raise above the system when we realize we ain’t against themWe'll be in a new position when we embrace our own volitionWe carryin’ a brand new banner for this higher missionDon't look down, look up, and listen&nbsp;to the Soundtrack to the Evolution…Soundtrack to the EvolutionSoundtrack to the Evolution!There is NO NEED to wait for power, we've had since the first hourof our birth onto this earth, never a dearth, baby know your worth.I ain’t talkin about jesus, muhammed, buddha, they all good but,I'm spittin truth until there's proof of us blowin off the roofof our potential - raise our mental - our power ain’t incidental - we all untapped so let’s go and get, into this flow, so we can see our people grow and shine like they ain't seen befo, ya know, let's be the supa glow - we’ve got our light to show!Soundtrack to the EvolutionSoundtrack to the Evolution!we fightin’ each other, while we missin’ our mothers?we need to care for somethin’ more than killin’ our sistas and brothersain’t no peace in this place, when we trip over race, gotta find a new paceso we launch into space! — so —let's walk a new way, and begin a new day, make the fake go away -&nbsp;when we know who we bey&nbsp;heed what I saythere is more to todaythen to be in dismayand let em know we okaaayyy -so we can stop all this madness and hear all the gladness of:The Soundtrack to the EvolutionSoundtrack to the Evolution!County yellow glows over country cornFields of leaves and stalks coat the rolling hills of IowaA peaceful quiet looks painted on the skylineThey say there’s nothing but silence and dark skies in these parts.The American Dream sleeps next to the train tracks as passengers pass to their new destination.Moving from one place to another, hoping to discover themselves, the story, or another stranger.Serenity looks like a square barn posted on a soil mound covered in prayers and this season’s harvest.Corn, definitely corn. More corn than lights in a city. Their closeness, illuminated by the setting sun.Gold, like the shimmering dew that you used to love on those Summer mornings in the valley.Only this place is far away from that one. And that’s okay.Moving fast out this way always feels like wandering through a painting.How else could the horizon stay so straight and constant?God’s hand loved simple colors and painting them in undulating patterns.Summer financed the interest that these trees created, storing stories in their roots, shining endings in their leaves.Passing under bridges makes me wonder if I’m the troll or if I need to pay the toll for the boy’s soul.Or the girl who watches a flurry of color pass while she listens to music on her walkman.Yeah, like a cd player. Oh, the simplicity.&nbsp;Grain silos filled with seed and messages of freedom from peril and poor decisions.“Money” will be exchanged for the golden kernels that pile on one another.To be made into fuel, feed, or high fructose - whatever it becomes - ultimately killing something or someone.That doesn’t make the scene less beautiful though,Mostly fleeting in its fastness and frenzy of light bending madness.The grasses graced by the Ultimate Candle setting on the lower sightline.I wonder what a whisper sounds like out here in the wind.Whether it can be heard or just becomes a part of the herd of cows, chickens, and other animals filling the distance.Manicured rows lead to an algae filled pond, overgrown with green gunk from all the compounds in the fertilizer.Let’s hope it’s clear enough for next season, only time will tell.We wonder if there’s a frog that croaks and sings at night along that little shoreline.May we’ll find out in the night, or morning.A Young man reads a book about an American sniperIs the story about a hero or a horror?I guess it depends on who you ask.That’s the story of America though, no?It depends on who you ask.