syncro I used to own

I used to own this 1991 Volkswagen Vanagon Syncro Minivan view more photos here

223,426 miles

I was the original owner (and the legendary "little ol lady", having babied it and rarely took it over 61 mph!) I never had reason to take it "off-roading" -- except for the dirt roads that can be seen in some of the photos. Often went on state forest dirt roads for TrailCares (hiking trail maintenance).
4 + L speed Manual transmission, Baulk-synchronized with additional compound Low-speed traction gear
water-cooled gasoline engine, 2.1 L fuel-injected engine, digifant engine management system
Syncro 4-wheel-drive, ("all wheel drive"), manually-operated locking rear differential (what is this?)

14-inch steel wheels,
high ground clearance, skidplates underneath
Folding rear bench seat/bed combination *,
2 rear-facing removable seats **, grey cloth interior, rear compartment heater, 18.5 gallon fuel tank.* The bed wasso comfy and roomy we spent hundreds of nights outdoors in the van just parked in the driveway! ** Seats and bed are easy to fold up & down and/or take in or out-- see photos...
Power rack & pinion steering, power front disc/rear drum brakes, independent front suspension, coil springs & telescopic shock absorbers, front & rear, double-jointed drive shafts
Electric rear window defroster, analog clock, 4 speaker sound system,

No War No More for you and me

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Description:
These are poems, essays, artwork and photos for the cause of peace. We take a stand for peace, independently and collectively, artistically and politically. In these times it is imperative not to let slip through one's hands the opportunity to say again and again, with whatever means possible, creative and peaceful, that war is wrong, that love is the only path to peace, justice and freedom, and that we will not stray from this path no matter the consequences. This idea fed this project and I hope will feed the minds and hearts of those who share in our efforts by reading this book. A.F.Jenkins is a practitioner of Tibetan Buddhism & a peace activist. Her photojournalism can be seen at www.allreelimages.com Greenwood/Blue Lotus Press and No War No More grew out of the ideas and hopes of a few activists in the Mahoning Valley in Ohio. The philosophy of our press is rooted in a Buddhist, environmentalist and social consciousness.

Product Details:
Printed: 92 pages, 6" x 9", perfect binding, black and white interior ink
ISBN: 9781434309839
Publisher: Greenwood Blue Lotus Press
Copyright: © 2007 Standard Copyright License
Language: English
Country: United States

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not light and light

eight-pointed buck stumbling in the dark on the side of the roadbank, he's slow-moving for it is autumn
crunching up and down the gravel an eerie hoot-howl wavers in from down the valley of the river through the pines and darkness: pondering the mailbox faeries--they are not large like angels whose wings are SO LouD black cat body out of nowhere, black angel with the trail of her black kitten ghosts wisping behind in the shadows, just out of sight
moon-sliced orange rises over pennsyl-vania state of mind/mine following nick on its heels silverywisp of a paper sun, pinky-disk wraithed with tissue-shreds of fogglers...over the Jersey banks along the Atlantic
and then it's all no good
On WKCR there is a Birdfight 89.9 but there are too many stoneloaded tractor trailers heaving and yawing us all into the pit

Shenk's Ferry, Tucquan Glen Preserve, wildflower heaven early in the spring. On the left is ragwork, miterwort or bishops' cap and wild phlox. On the right is wild geranium (or "germanium" as certain physics souls would say) and more wild phlox

Mom and me and Aunt Mary in Lancaster County; me and Arthur; has anyone seen Dennis Ludwig?

snowy river

Giant wings going down the road –or props of a windmill blades –or the wings of an angel so big.

A man points out that Security is a a type of Theartre now. It is all about feeling, It is a kabuki dance.
Three Little birds are at the door to my park
Sitting for split seconds, flinking about and away
A chickadee, a blue-grey nuthatch, a reddish wren –winter wren in the winter?


Tired a little from shoveling snow, hands burnt from photos in the snowy river banks.

The snow winds roar down up the thru our river valley the cabins hear them coming ang crouch before them
Then there is a blurry sea of drifting snow, a watery thingee to float thru

Out and across the lot of the post office, now we know what the moaning schreeching sound was, it is the scream of the wind thru things, car parts, light poles, electric wires, joined by church bells tolling and overhead roil rolling glittery swarms of stars...a clear cold cacaphony.

Kristin's Wilderness

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crow vote

hemlock crow flap, green river voting, 2 crows fly slow overhead, one near and one far.
later: black cats tripples down the road in the dampness, in the gloaming...down below the pines, unprepossessing cabins hug the ground, tiny gaps of window reveal warm orange slitts of hoarded warmth within.
exchanged the doors
made a shutter fastner
mulched the forsythia on the bank and the tamarack in the boot
picked up firewood
got the heat tape going and the furnace
covered some windows clarington rock, capped lichen and pussy toed plants

The bridge will be closed for six months and the village cut off; some people say they are not going to go around, just going to hunker down for that long

canoe-barn contra dance

Doug dancing in Willimantic, Maine, photo by Doug Plummer (another doug!)
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