Indoor Mephisto Auto Blue, GH nutrients and coco, lumigrow pro led
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Thanks dude...
So worth a slap
I'm really thinking about getting a bunch of different colored lights for when I have strains that have an unusual color that I can really set off. Long-term I really want to up my photography game.
Bummer I had an entire post already dictated that all I have to do is add pictures and now it's gone.
Anyway things are getting real busy in the jingo household I had to get up at 3 a.m. this morning just to have time to work on my garden and my photo skills Before Time to do physical therapy with my wife.
I put myself on a really difficult schedule this summer and winter and when I think about it I actually have to plan things out weeks in advance. So anyway because of my screw up on my photo. Strains I'm now in a position where I'm really getting backed up and I just don't know if I'm gonna have time taking a good quality photos.
But I did kind of a experimenting around a little bit I have a couple hundred megabytes that I took with my SLR, sitting on my Linux box but now I gotta figure out how to get them over to my windows box so I can use a windows-based photo processor I can't stand gimp.
So I dictate all my posts because I have real bad neuropathy in my hands and feet and using a computer or even typing up text is a pain. But if you can't figure out what I'm saying it's Google fault it ain't mine.
So I took those pictures with my cell phone and here's what I'm doing for my setup.
Obviously things will improve as I come up with a little bit better lighting system and find my tripod and find me SD card transfer thingy so I can put my stuff on my windows box.
I forgot I was looking at my photo period plants last night under green light and I thought bannans poking out of buds. I've been flushing for I don't know a week or more so I'm just going to chop those suckers today sometime. Now I'm starting to feel a little bit overworked around here. Oh well
Anyway things are getting real busy in the jingo household I had to get up at 3 a.m. this morning just to have time to work on my garden and my photo skills Before Time to do physical therapy with my wife.
I put myself on a really difficult schedule this summer and winter and when I think about it I actually have to plan things out weeks in advance. So anyway because of my screw up on my photo. Strains I'm now in a position where I'm really getting backed up and I just don't know if I'm gonna have time taking a good quality photos.
But I did kind of a experimenting around a little bit I have a couple hundred megabytes that I took with my SLR, sitting on my Linux box but now I gotta figure out how to get them over to my windows box so I can use a windows-based photo processor I can't stand gimp.
So I dictate all my posts because I have real bad neuropathy in my hands and feet and using a computer or even typing up text is a pain. But if you can't figure out what I'm saying it's Google fault it ain't mine.
So I took those pictures with my cell phone and here's what I'm doing for my setup.
Obviously things will improve as I come up with a little bit better lighting system and find my tripod and find me SD card transfer thingy so I can put my stuff on my windows box.
I forgot I was looking at my photo period plants last night under green light and I thought bannans poking out of buds. I've been flushing for I don't know a week or more so I'm just going to chop those suckers today sometime. Now I'm starting to feel a little bit overworked around here. Oh well
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Almost forgot the plant that I mamed this diary after the auto blue is in a 1 gallon jar and curing with some boveda packs. I don't think I'll be able to smoke it for a couple more weeks.
I think it's possible I'm a pull off a hundred grams from this girl. That would still be a little short of my minimum goal but I guess it's okay.
So once it's cured I'll do a second trim and get a final weight and see what I ended up with.
I think it's possible I'm a pull off a hundred grams from this girl. That would still be a little short of my minimum goal but I guess it's okay.
So once it's cured I'll do a second trim and get a final weight and see what I ended up with.
I'm going to step into the Twilight Zone for a minute
When I was a boy I lived in a small town in Wyoming. As boys in those days we had the entire run of the town we would go into people's yard drink from the water spicket on the side of their house. We knew every good apple tree in town. We used to swim in the runoff from the power plant that was probably a little risky.
Anyway, one day my friends and I we'd gone way outside of town on a little fishing trip and we saw This Old House kind of look like the Norman Bates House in the middle of this field of grass. That field of grass had a whole bunch of black birds pecking around in it and they all had red heads. Now being Lads of about 7-8 years old we started dreaming up all kinds of stories for those redheads. As we were walking along we decided the house had to be haunted. And my friends dared me to go up and have a look inside.
Now I wasn't a very bright lad nothing really scared me in fact that's probably why I started hitchhiking drinking smoking pot when I was 7 years old. So I went right on up to the house.
When I went through the door i had a look around and there's a lot of really old furniture all covered with dust and there were paintings on the wall. I was surprised I thought it was an abandoned house. My eyes are naturally drawn to the staircase at the back of the room the ceiling must have been twenty feet high and a staircase ran up the back wall. Right directly in the middle of the stairwell was this skinny man in a green pinstripe suit and a couple steps up behind and was this fat woman in a red and white polka dot dress. Now I was shocked I was certain the house wasn't occupied and I started apologizing profusely and backing out the door. I ran out and told my friends we are in trouble, I just knew our mothers were going to have the complete story by the time we got home. That's the way it was in small towns in those days.
So time goes on and nothing happens. Our parents don't talk to us they don't find out and everything's okay. Then that winter I hear my mother and a couple of my aunt's talking about that house out on the edge of town. About how it was abandoned. I declare it's not abandoned there's people living there. And realize there I was a dumb kid again even giving Myself Away. My mother asked me how I would know that, so I related the story. After a very long pause while her and her sisters looked at each other. My mother finally told me that those people died before I was born. They'd gone on a drive on Sunday after church they hit a patch of ice and slid into the river and drown.
So why do I relate this story? Well I've had many strange experiences since that time. I've seen ghosts, I've seen stick people, I've seen all kinds of strange things.
Anyway as I was looking back through my photos I saw something reflecting in the glass of that jar. That face is really familiar to me I'm trying to think where I've seen him before. Strange though that somebody is looking over my shoulder even when I think I'm alone.
I'm going to look through my family photos I think that might be my great-grandfather.
When I was a boy I lived in a small town in Wyoming. As boys in those days we had the entire run of the town we would go into people's yard drink from the water spicket on the side of their house. We knew every good apple tree in town. We used to swim in the runoff from the power plant that was probably a little risky.
Anyway, one day my friends and I we'd gone way outside of town on a little fishing trip and we saw This Old House kind of look like the Norman Bates House in the middle of this field of grass. That field of grass had a whole bunch of black birds pecking around in it and they all had red heads. Now being Lads of about 7-8 years old we started dreaming up all kinds of stories for those redheads. As we were walking along we decided the house had to be haunted. And my friends dared me to go up and have a look inside.
Now I wasn't a very bright lad nothing really scared me in fact that's probably why I started hitchhiking drinking smoking pot when I was 7 years old. So I went right on up to the house.
When I went through the door i had a look around and there's a lot of really old furniture all covered with dust and there were paintings on the wall. I was surprised I thought it was an abandoned house. My eyes are naturally drawn to the staircase at the back of the room the ceiling must have been twenty feet high and a staircase ran up the back wall. Right directly in the middle of the stairwell was this skinny man in a green pinstripe suit and a couple steps up behind and was this fat woman in a red and white polka dot dress. Now I was shocked I was certain the house wasn't occupied and I started apologizing profusely and backing out the door. I ran out and told my friends we are in trouble, I just knew our mothers were going to have the complete story by the time we got home. That's the way it was in small towns in those days.
So time goes on and nothing happens. Our parents don't talk to us they don't find out and everything's okay. Then that winter I hear my mother and a couple of my aunt's talking about that house out on the edge of town. About how it was abandoned. I declare it's not abandoned there's people living there. And realize there I was a dumb kid again even giving Myself Away. My mother asked me how I would know that, so I related the story. After a very long pause while her and her sisters looked at each other. My mother finally told me that those people died before I was born. They'd gone on a drive on Sunday after church they hit a patch of ice and slid into the river and drown.
So why do I relate this story? Well I've had many strange experiences since that time. I've seen ghosts, I've seen stick people, I've seen all kinds of strange things.
Anyway as I was looking back through my photos I saw something reflecting in the glass of that jar. That face is really familiar to me I'm trying to think where I've seen him before. Strange though that somebody is looking over my shoulder even when I think I'm alone.
I'm going to look through my family photos I think that might be my great-grandfather.
Bummer I had an entire post already dictated that all I have to do is add pictures and now it's gone.
Anyway things are getting real busy in the jingo household I had to get up at 3 a.m. this morning just to have time to work on my garden and my photo skills Before Time to do physical therapy with my wife.
I put myself on a really difficult schedule this summer and winter and when I think about it I actually have to plan things out weeks in advance. So anyway because of my screw up on my photo. Strains I'm now in a position where I'm really getting backed up and I just don't know if I'm gonna have time taking a good quality photos.
But I did kind of a experimenting around a little bit I have a couple hundred megabytes that I took with my SLR, sitting on my Linux box but now I gotta figure out how to get them over to my windows box so I can use a windows-based photo processor I can't stand gimp.
So I dictate all my posts because I have real bad neuropathy in my hands and feet and using a computer or even typing up text is a pain. But if you can't figure out what I'm saying it's Google fault it ain't mine.
So I took those pictures with my cell phone and here's what I'm doing for my setup.
Obviously things will improve as I come up with a little bit better lighting system and find my tripod and find me SD card transfer thingy so I can put my stuff on my windows box.
I forgot I was looking at my photo period plants last night under green light and I thought bannans poking out of buds. I've been flushing for I don't know a week or more so I'm just going to chop those suckers today sometime. Now I'm starting to feel a little bit overworked around here. Oh well
Dude that top pic is awesome and that plant is dope (pun intended)... is an auto ? if so that has to be nominated for POM
I'm going to step into the Twilight Zone for a minute
When I was a boy I lived in a small town in Wyoming. As boys in those days we had the entire run of the town we would go into people's yard drink from the water spicket on the side of their house. We knew every good apple tree in town. We used to swim in the runoff from the power plant that was probably a little risky.
Anyway, one day my friends and I we'd gone way outside of town on a little fishing trip and we saw This Old House kind of look like the Norman Bates House in the middle of this field of grass. That field of grass had a whole bunch of black birds pecking around in it and they all had red heads. Now being Lads of about 7-8 years old we started dreaming up all kinds of stories for those redheads. As we were walking along we decided the house had to be haunted. And my friends dared me to go up and have a look inside.
Now I wasn't a very bright lad nothing really scared me in fact that's probably why I started hitchhiking drinking smoking pot when I was 7 years old. So I went right on up to the house.
When I went through the door i had a look around and there's a lot of really old furniture all covered with dust and there were paintings on the wall. I was surprised I thought it was an abandoned house. My eyes are naturally drawn to the staircase at the back of the room the ceiling must have been twenty feet high and a staircase ran up the back wall. Right directly in the middle of the stairwell was this skinny man in a green pinstripe suit and a couple steps up behind and was this fat woman in a red and white polka dot dress. Now I was shocked I was certain the house wasn't occupied and I started apologizing profusely and backing out the door. I ran out and told my friends we are in trouble, I just knew our mothers were going to have the complete story by the time we got home. That's the way it was in small towns in those days.
So time goes on and nothing happens. Our parents don't talk to us they don't find out and everything's okay. Then that winter I hear my mother and a couple of my aunt's talking about that house out on the edge of town. About how it was abandoned. I declare it's not abandoned there's people living there. And realize there I was a dumb kid again even giving Myself Away. My mother asked me how I would know that, so I related the story. After a very long pause while her and her sisters looked at each other. My mother finally told me that those people died before I was born. They'd gone on a drive on Sunday after church they hit a patch of ice and slid into the river and drown.
So why do I relate this story? Well I've had many strange experiences since that time. I've seen ghosts, I've seen stick people, I've seen all kinds of strange things.
Anyway as I was looking back through my photos I saw something reflecting in the glass of that jar. That face is really familiar to me I'm trying to think where I've seen him before. Strange though that somebody is looking over my shoulder even when I think I'm alone.
I'm going to look through my family photos I think that might be my great-grandfather.
That's a great story dude...wish i was on a porch smoking a fat one,and having a beer with ya, listen to your tales.
That's my auto blackberry unfortunately I didn't get that nice color pheno and maybe not even the big fat buds
I got fridge off camera and a dartboard, to bad were on the other side of the world...
Well the way you have framed it make it look super cool... I still say POM, it a great plant to look at.
You never know when paths cross...my job might be bringing my State side next year, where and when to be decided.
You never know when paths cross...my job might be bringing my State side next year, where and when to be decided.
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