This one is much brighter and clearer obviously haha(in person)
$1600.00 that was the price of the prize for the only OG in OverGrow history to win a trip to Amsterdam for the 17th High Times Cannabis Cup. OGâs got really angry, seeing the high price being paid for seeds as the money used to send a OG to wonderland while they suffered with their own bills and money problems. Since my return to OverGrow Nov 28th 2018 I have been on a mission to return that $1600 to OGâs thru donations to OverGrow server. My 3 year OG Birthday is just days away and I have accomplished what I set out to do financially for OGâs, my new mission is to OverGrow the world with Love. This site and all the others like it have the same problem in common, lack of sponsors⌠seed breeders, product makers and providers have their own websites. There are hundreds of forums available to help growers and thousands of websites for cannabis users and growers to populate, most business oriented web sites use free something as a draw for new members and giveaways for current members to keep them coming back. Community can not be bought or sold, it is built on a common bond with the knowledge that everything that begins has an end. What happens in between, how long will it last are the essence of the journey.
This all OG sponsored event for OGâs, is one of kind, just like you. All sponsors of this event have agreed to pay the shipping cost to winners of the contest, this all free event is building the Cannabis community of the future and OverGrow has a path of unlimited opportunities visible on the horizon.
I had a dream a couple of years ago about OverGrow as it is now, with a virtual reality portal. When I stepped thru the door I saw buildings made of buds and shops in every directions where I looked at seeds and talked to a droid avatar about the strain and looked at a time lapse of the growth and desired results from that plant on a tablet. When I walked back onto the street there were all different forms of flying transportation with OGâs in control of those craft, there were portals to other VR cannabis cultures and thousands of OGâs walking around with all personalized avatars. I joined a group listening to a seed breeder giving a VR hands on class for growing trichomes on a sheet of special ruby substrate glass lit with micro leds. I went from there into the smokers lounge and joined in a take a hit and throw a darts competition, it was really incredible⌠it was a dream. It is also my goal to make it a virtual reality.
Iâm currently entering the NFT world by selling my art for crypto currency, the path ahead is clear to me. Make enough to support the OverGrow server for a entire year, quit my job and make a movie about OGâs with OGâs and tell the story of OverGrow and how incredible it is to be a part of this community.
Until that time⌠Iâm asking every OG to tell their story, post your pictures to join the contest or just tell everyone how much you love this community. Over 420 seeds from sponsors are being put into a list for winners in 4 categories, 10 winners per category. If you would like to become a sponsor this event, please contact one of the current sponsors with what you would like to add to the list of unique items only available here in this history making event. If you would like to make your offer for sponsorship public with you announcement of support, please do. You will be added to the sponsor list and invited to the sponsors communications PM. This contest ends December 20th 2021, the pictures will be categorized and placed in a thread for voting. All OGâs can vote, 1 vote per category. 4 votes total per OG. Voting will last 7 days and the winners will be announced December 28th.
@LemonadeJoe If there are no other events planned for OverGrow, could you please global pin this thread till a time that there is.
Be good to yourself, Atmos.
I really enjoyed seeing peoples art, I am not very artistic myself so this is the best I can do!
The strain is tippitoes not tippy toes. Kind of said like tipeeto. Anyway this is the âpink phenotypeâ TT3. Please try to ignore the cat hair!
This was day 54 flower, last fed day 50. I think the way the flush makes the leaves look is pretty.
This is a link to my grow, the picture is current. Thanks!
This was my favorite picture but lemon joe said no to it yes it was old like me i didnt understand it had to be taken this year and by me
Entries into the picture of the year contest.
@Qtip @DougDawson @sprinklememaynee @Pawsfodocaws @Shadey @Neb @ifish @NorthNorthNugs @Oldtimerunderground @Eagles009 @anon98660487 @Calix @Bud_Weiser @Gugumelo @JohnnyPotseed @Kushking902 @Papalag @Cormoran @KanehB @ELG @Boozer @Bobgrows @Nagel420 @CADMAN @CornbreadJunior @MisterKister @Astrodude @ShiskaberrySavior @hoppiefrog @Goat @brampie @Greenfingers
Community post entries.
@MoBilly @CornbreadJunior @Purple-N-Hairy @corgitron @Crazy1 @204medismoke @cannabissequoia @OGSince03 @Cannasaurusrex @CannaPeace @Alphatoy
Sponsors: @TopicalWave @Stevie1durr @DougDawson @Qtip @Floyd @JohnnyPotseed
âŚstill canât drive on the RIGHT side, can you!.. 
âŚFYI it doesnât doesnât say âdolsâ
I thought it said dots. 
good to know itâs not dols. 
My understanding is that you can only participate in the contest with your own picture, that you made or shot yourself. It is not possible to download an image from the internet to post it hereâŚ(there could be also possible copyright infringement). But maybe Iâm wrong⌠What do you think @Heliosphear ?
Yea I think it has to be the person who enters has to have created the art or taken the picture.
Agreed, we donât want anyone to get into any trouble for their post in this contest or anywhere else on OverGrow. The picture posted for the contest must be your own, with your content for exhibit. You can enter the contest by posting something that makes this community great or tell another OG you like their picture.
All posts must be within the guidelines and rules for posting on OverGrow.
What about ugly ness?
That makes good sense to me.
Meaning negative input against another OG for their picture or post? It will not be tolerated. Itâs a OverGrow rule and a community event, when I first read @cannabissequoia making fun of @Qtip art work after he had put himself out there and got this thing going. I had to think of freedom of speech and came to the same conclusion I always have⌠it takes every kind of person to make a community strong.
Now if ment: should there be a special category for pictures of mung fish eating other fish⌠I would call that ugliness. I gotta roll and get some work done.
Shout out to @JohnnyPotseed and @ShiskaberrySavior enjoy the ride.
Midnight whistle, and the coal chambered beast charges thru the gaining wall of fog. Slowing the engine, the conductor blows the whistle twice more, approaching the yeehaw junction. Heavy afternoon thunderstorms had drenched the little town where no one but family ever visited and the people there for the most part liked it that way. Theyâll be no stopping for this red eye filled with wealthy guests, bound for Miami. Thereâs always a schedule to keep so he starts picking up speed again, the twenty foot section of bridge that the children use to get to the other side of town, has been weakened by the rushing of water.
Sleeping in her bed, with a cat named black jack and a dog that didnât have a name because it was deaf. Sheâs dreaming of a spring day when the fishing was good and the air delightful, the train meets itâs fate and derails at fifty miles an hour. The rumbling crash of twisting metal, contorting into shapes of misery and pain, wakes the entire town from an ordinary night. Screaming mothers and fathers call out for mercy, the children are trapped with them as fire rages out side threatening to move inside. The bridge had a gasoline main cross over just installed a month ago, the fifteen year old pillars where loosened during the process. Hundreds of gallons of gas are flowing over the water and up the banks igniting the older model wooden passenger cars on fire.
Leaping from her bed and running to the front door, Lee finds the entire family on the porch, the adults are trying to decide what to do. They can clearly see the flames leaping into the sky a hundred feet or more and people are crawling across the ground, their house is only a couple hundred yards from the tracks and the stream. Her mother goes to barn and prepares to tend to the injured, as her father starts the truck to drive up to the crash site with her two older brothers. She decides at the last moment to jump on the back of the truck kind of sneaky, so her father wonât see her. Jim guns the motor and tears up the road, she holds on to the wooden slates for dear life. Arriving on the gruesome scene, the men run to aid the dieing, Lee stands up, looking over the cab, a man with a chair leg sticking through his stomach and coming out of his back at an angle staggers toward her.
The only fire truck in town arrives with a ambulance thatâs just a van with some medical supplies inside, the firefighters send a team to turn off the gas main while the others begin dousing burning passenger cars with a bucket brigade from up stream. A boy sees Lee and waves limply with one arm for help, heâs bleeding from a head injury. She grown up on the farm so medical attention is second nature to her, jumping off the truck and running toward him. He staggers and falls with a stone white face, covered in blood. Kneeling next to him she turns him over to see if heâs still breathing, her mother screams from behind her, finding a man leaning against the front of the truck with a shattered piece of wood sticking out of his back.
After taking more than a dozen people to the house and barn, with burns, cuts, and sever wounds, Lee sits by her bed with a boy thatâs unconscious. Thereâs moaning in the house and screaming in the barn, more fire trucks are arriving from close by towns along with more ambulances that have better equipment for such a horrific accident. Broward opens his eyeâs to see Lee wiping the blood from his head and speaks âThank youâ the words come across is slow slur as he passes out from blood loss. Sheâs very worried about him and doesnât even know his name, her mother comes into the room with a man dressed in pajamaâs, his eyes are wide open from shock. The doctor was one of many called to the rescue that night, he checks the boys pulse and finds him to be at least ok enough for now. The doctor turns to Lee, âThe bleeding has stopped and he doesnât seem to have any broken bones or internal injury that I can see, have some water ready for him when he comes around.â, her mother and the doctor leave the two alone, as Lee starts to feel the emotion of taking care of someone else when they are unable to care for themselves.
The fire took hours to put out and many people perished in the catastrophe, Browardâs mother is lead into the bed room with bandages on her arm and head by Leeâs mother . His mother was in the barn with his father who was badly burned getting them out of the sleeper car , being in critical condition he was taken to a hospital immediately. The mothers standing together looking at their children, both begin to weep and laugh at the same time. Browardâs mother hugs Lee and thanks her for taking such good care of her son, he opens his eyeâs and says with a broken harsh voice⌠âMom?â. Reaching out to her son and sitting down on the edge of the bed, he puts his hand on hers and asks about his father. She holds back the tears and says, â Heâs going to be OK, now rest yourselfâŚâ. The mothers go to speak in hushed whispers just out side the door, Lee sits and looks at this boy sheâs never met before, laying in her bed, admiring him.
Sheâs never met a boy from outside of town and doesnât like the ones she does know that live in town. His dark black hair is matted in blood as he awakens again with more resolve. âWhere am Iâ he asks, she looks at him sideways and says, âyour in my bedâ. His eyeâs flash open wide, âI donât know how I got hereâ he sayâs, looking around at the strange surroundings. Heâs groggy and canât get a fix on sitting up straight so he slumps back onto the pillow. Lee giggles for a brief moment and says âYour going to be all right, you just need to restâ, she looks toward the door to see her mother smiling at her.
Around noon, Broward is awake and hungry, Lee is trying to make him smile while they wait for what smells like something fantastic cooking in the kitchen down stairs. Instant friends from the situation, their getting along very well. The worst brings out the best in both of them as they try not to think about what has happened, âIâm going to run downstairs and get you some foodâ says Lee with her radiant smile. She finds her mother in the kitchen talking to several men and woman including Browardâs mother, âExcuse me mom, can I get a plate to take upstairs?â. says Lee with the last part falling off to a whisper, as all the adults turn to look at her.
Pancakes with eggâs and corn beef hash, are delivered by a beautiful girl turning into a teenager. Heâs stunned by her presence but grateful enough to say, âThank youâ. She uses talking to calm herself while heâs devouring the breakfast for lunch. Just his presence seems to have a calming effect on her and they sit for a long while just looking at each other. Two large men show up around three PM to take Broward to a waiting car , that will take him and his mother to the hospital in the next town, where his father is stabilized but still badly burned. As the car is pulling away, Broward waves from the back window, a single tear rolls down Leeâs cheek, waving good bye. Her mother pulls her close to the side, and rubs Leeâs shoulder. Leaning in close to her ear she says, âI got their address and gave them ours so you can send a letter to him.â, Leeâs sparkling eyeâs turn to her mother as she sayâs âIâm going to start writing Broward a letter right nowâ.
One summer afternoon, many years later the mail man arrives with a letter for Lee. They had lost touch over time, she opens the envelope to find a nearly blank page that sayâs âSee you Saturdayâ and Browardâs name signed underneath. She is dizzy with excitement, running into the house yelling âBrowardâs coming here Saturday!!! Heâs coming to see me!!!â, up the stairs and into her room, throwing open the closet door. âWhat am I going to wear!?!?!â, she says it over and over. âI think itâs about time we got you that pretty pink dress in the window of Clairâs store.â, her father says in a crisp clear voice from the doorway.
The story teller, my grandmother, leans forward in her rocking chair and brings her face close to mine as I sit mesmerized on the floor. She looks at me with excited eyeâs and says âThe rest of my life you must know by heart, right now⌠the pumpkin pies are ready and your papa will be home soonâ. Itâs Thanksgiving day and Lee is in the kitchen making a fabulous meal while Broward and uncle Will are shopping for a Christmas tree. She tells me the story of how they met time and time again, always thankful for the worst night of their life that turned into the most incredible lifetime.
Right now⌠Iâm going to sit in the rocking chair.
Have a great day.
No I meant me, did you see that picture of meâŚLOL