Passion = Truth? How Jeffrey James Francis Ircink Sees The World? I love when people are passionate about something. That surging of emotion is the one honest measure of what truth is. It's a truthful display of how a person really feels about something or someone at that particular moment. That passion IS truth.



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Greendale, Wisconsin, United States
Ex-producer of THE REALLY FUNNY HORNY GOAT INTERNATIONAL SHORT FILM FESTIVAL, playwright, actor, singer, outdoorsman, blogger, amateur photog, observer & bitcher, Beach Boys groupie, Brett Favre fanatic, lover of everything Celtic and forever a member in the Tribe of HAIR. Spent most of my life in the Village of Waterford, a small town just outside of the Milwaukee suburbs. After 12 years in North Hollywood, Bel Air and Culver City, Cali, I moved back to Wisconsin in September 2009. No regrets - of moving to LA OR moving back to WI. Have traveled to Belfast, Ireland, Dayton (OH), Manhattan, Seattle, Cedar Rapids, New York, Miami and Sydney, Australia with my plays. Moved back into the Village of Greendale where I was born. Life is good.

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Monday, June 2, 2008

Vacation: Part 21 - Brolen Farms.

My father's boyhood friend, Frank Lenton and his partner, Mike, live on 30 acres (something like that) out in East Troy, WI (15 minutes from my hometown). "Brolen Farms" is a respite from even the country life I'm used to in the Village of Waterford - quiet, secluded and Frank and Mike put on awesome parties. We were there for Frank's 71st b-day and I took a few shots of the property.

The lilacs are in full bloom across Wisconsin. That fragrance is as strong as any flower or plant California has to offer.

An abandoned tree stand.

Frank and Mike have a small herd of Sika - a red deer indigenous to Vietnam - sectioned off on some acreage with a pond, the pond being one of the last original kettles in the state of Wisconsin. Every time we're at Brolen Farms my father asks Frank if he can shoot one of them with his bow. Frank is never amused.

A wood tick on my brother's pants leg - not to be confused with deer ticks which potentially carry Lyme's Disease.

Closer look at a wood tick on my brother's pants leg. Looking at them makes me wanna puke.


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