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Cheri’s Photos 📷 Welcome to my world.
🏕️ My garden.
🌲My woods walks.
🌸 My “keep my sanity” walks.
🏡 My playground.
💮 I stop for flowers.

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Welcome to my world. My garden. My woods walks. My “keep my sanity” walks. My playground. I stop for flowers. And whatever beauty stops me in my tracks. My handy-dandy iPhone always on me. I hope you’re as enchanted as I am when I revisit and publish my pictures. And I hope you put them on display! On your walls. On your coffee cups. On your tote bags. On your notecards and phone cases. These beau

ties let me know there is a Designer and I don’t walk alone. I am a 73 year old K-8 tutor/teacher who is also a mother/grandmother who loves children, gardening, and nature walks. And now photography! From my garden and from my walks, I showcase the “heart” of an individual flower, or the way it sings a solo in a choir of flowers, and share it on Social Media. I also take photos of backlit nature-scapes and share them. Anything that stops me dead in my tracks, is something I want to showcase and share. I’ve shared my photos on Social Media, showed my prints to friends, and given them as gifts. The initial in-person reaction has often been a gasp, and the feedback has been,

“You need to sell these!” Art Storefronts graciously agreed. So here I am, and here are many of my pictures. I hope they give you joy!

05/25/2026
Bury the painDon’t explainDon’t let it showCover it with snow, a walking snow job. Space cadet with a bleeding heart but...
04/21/2026

Bury the pain
Don’t explain
Don’t let it show
Cover it with snow, a walking snow job.

Space cadet with a bleeding heart but a brain on fire with words, music, and poetry that did not seem meant to be in a world consumed by religiosity.
That knew only to survive and stay alive
Only she could know the rage inside
That she must hide.

Function.
Do the next right thing.
Say the next right words.
Show compassion
But hide the passion.

Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
Who is God? Who is God? Who is God?

Religion is not Faith!

Kent State students, Kennedys, and Martin Luther King did their thing and died. Hide.
Hide in marriage, hide in childbirth, hide in life.
Hide the fear and the fire inside.

“Why aren’t you crying, your brother might be dying,”
“But he’s not dead yet and he’s not yet dying and I’ll grieve when his spirit goes flying.”

Becoming fierce. Becoming strong. Too aware of all that’s wrong.

Marriage fails, Children flail. Jobs flee in a bad economy.

And I am called to be…a teacher. A different house, a different spouse and many grandkids. All part of me. But now a new trajectory.

Sent in recession to children of oppression.
Free to add passion to compassion. Faith is action.

I could no longer hide the pain. My students~raped, murdered, shot~in coffins lain. Yet scores were raised and children saved and still they tell me, “You made a difference.”

Space cadet with a bleeding heart and a brain on fire, soon you will retire and death will be reality. But music, art, my poetry, and bittersweet memory will accompany me and some may even be my legacy.

04/21/2026

Bury the pain
Don’t explain
Don’t let it show
Cover it with snow, a walking snow job.

Space cadet with a bleeding heart but a brain on fire with words, music, and poetry that did not seem meant to be in a world consumed by religiosity.
That knew only to survive and stay alive
Only she could know the rage inside
That she must hide.

Function.
Do the next right thing.
Say the next right words.
Show compassion
But hide the passion.

Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
Who is God? Who is God? Who is God?

Religion is not Faith!

Kent State students, Kennedys, and Martin Luther King did their thing and died. Hide.
Hide in marriage, hide in childbirth, hide in life.
Hide the fear and the fire inside.

“Why aren’t you crying, your brother might be dying,”
“But he’s not dead yet and he’s not yet dying and I’ll grieve when his spirit goes flying.”

Becoming fierce. Becoming strong. Too aware of all that’s wrong.

Marriage fails, Children flail. Jobs flee in a bad economy.

And I am called to be…a teacher. A different house, a different spouse and many grandkids. All part of me. But now a new trajectory.

Sent in recession to children of oppression.
Free to add passion to compassion. Faith is action.

I could no longer hide the pain. My students~raped, murdered, shot~in coffins lain. Yet scores were raised and children saved and still they tell me, “You made a difference.”

Space cadet with a bleeding heart and a brain on fire, soon you will retire and death will be reality. But music, art, and poetry, and bittersweet memory will accompany me and some may even be my legacy.

This was April 14, 2019. It can still happen friends!
04/06/2026

This was April 14, 2019. It can still happen friends!

“Through a Glass, Darkly”
03/29/2026

“Through a Glass, Darkly”

Never knew about this guy. Made wheat, not war.
03/28/2026

Never knew about this guy. Made wheat, not war.

He saved a billion lives. Ask ten people on the street — maybe one knows his name.
1960s. India and Pakistan. Famine was no longer a prediction — it was arriving.
Population growth had outpaced food production for years. Experts weren't guessing anymore. They were counting. Hundreds of millions would die. The math was simple and horrifying.
Then a quiet scientist from Iowa stepped off a plane with bags of seeds and an idea everyone said wouldn't work.
Norman Borlaug was born in 1914 on a small farm in Cresco, Iowa. He knew hunger — his family had survived the Dust Bowl by grit and luck. After earning his Ph.D. in plant pathology, he accepted an assignment in 1944 that most scientists considered career su***de: go to Mexico and try to fix wheat.
The problem seemed impossible. The soil was wrong. The climate was unstable. Traditional breeding methods were too slow.
Borlaug didn't care what seemed impossible.
For years, he worked in Mexican fields under brutal sun. He developed a technique called "shuttle breeding" — growing two wheat crops per year in different climates to accelerate development. Other scientists laughed. You can't rush evolution, they said.
They were wrong.
Borlaug created wheat varieties that resisted disease, produced massive yields, and grew in nearly any climate. Most importantly, he engineered "dwarf wheat" — shorter, sturdier plants with thick stems that could support heavier grain heads without collapsing under their own abundance.
By the late 1950s, Mexico's wheat production had tripled. A country that had imported half its grain was now exporting it.
But Borlaug wasn't done.
In 1963, catastrophe loomed over South Asia. India and Pakistan faced food shortages so severe that war seemed inevitable — nations fighting over scraps. Famine was no longer theoretical.
Borlaug brought his seeds to the subcontinent.
The obstacles were staggering. Bureaucracies resisted. Officials doubted. Cultural traditions opposed new methods. Import regulations blocked shipments. Critics called him naive, even dangerous.
But hunger doesn't negotiate.
Pakistan and India, desperate and skeptical, agreed to try his wheat.
In 1965, Borlaug imported 35 truckloads — 250 tons of seed — and distributed it to farmers who had every reason to doubt him.
What happened next changed human history.
Pakistan's wheat yields nearly doubled in five years — from 4.6 million tons in 1965 to 7.3 million tons in 1970. By 1968, Pakistan was self-sufficient in wheat.
India's production exploded from 12.3 million tons in 1965 to 20.1 million tons in 1970. By 1974, India was self-sufficient in all cereal grains. By 2000, India was producing over 76 million tons of wheat annually.
The transformation was called the "Green Revolution."
It saved an estimated one billion people from starvation.
In 1997, The Atlantic Monthly wrote: "Norman Borlaug has saved more lives than anyone who has ever lived."
Read that again. One billion lives.
In 1970, Borlaug received the Nobel Peace Prize. At the ceremony, he said something that should be carved in stone everywhere: "We can't build world peace on empty stomachs."
He later received the Presidential Medal of Freedom and the Congressional Gold Medal — becoming one of only seven Americans ever to receive all three of the nation's highest civilian honors.
Yet walk down any street in America and ask who Norman Borlaug was. Most people won't know.
He spent his final decades trying to bring the Green Revolution to Africa, training thousands of farmers, battling bureaucracy and defeatism until his body gave out.
He worked until he was 95 years old.
Norman Borlaug died in 2009. No headlines. No national mourning. Quiet, like he lived.
But his wheat varieties are still feeding billions. Right now. Today.
Think about the scale. One billion lives saved. That's more than every doctor who's ever lived. More than every general, every politician, every celebrity combined.
An Iowa farm boy who spent decades in fields, hands in soil, breeding plants one generation at a time, fighting skeptics, proving that science — patient, unglamorous science — could defeat one of humanity's oldest enemies.
He did it without seeking fame. Without accumulating wealth. Without demanding recognition.
He just kept working.
Because he understood something most people never grasp: hunger doesn't wait for permission, politics don't matter when children are starving, and one person with knowledge and determination can reshape the future of our entire species.
Norman Borlaug proved that feeding people is the deepest act of peace.
And that the most important heroes are often the ones history forgets to write down.
Until someone remembers to tell their story.

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