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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 20/05/2026

I spent part of the afternoon sitting in a café staring at a decorative green cactus against a green wall, thinking about how Richmond loves surfaces that calm people down. Sage green. Matte stone counters. Quiet jazz playlists. Scandinavian fonts. Places […] [Original post on pixelfed.social]

A pale green ceramic cactus with raised bead-like ridges stands on a glossy mint-colored countertop against a textured green wall. The vase has an elongated oval shape and a glossy finish that reflects soft light. Behind it, the wall is covered in geometric triangular patterns with a rough, brushed texture in varying shades of green. The image has a monochromatic, design-focused aesthetic with layered textures and muted lighting.

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 28/04/2026

I carried a thought for years and it spoiled in transit.

Grainy, moody close-up of a wet street curb and sidewalk in muted reddish tones. A single bright orange maple leaf rests on dark asphalt near the curb, standing out sharply against the subdued background. The image has a vintage, textured look with visible noise and scratches.

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 27/04/2026

Just hanging out with a great blue heron.

A tall blue heron stands motionless in shallow water near a cluster of lily pads on a sunlit pond. The dark, reflective surface of the water is speckled with floating debris and mirrors surrounding trees and rocks. Across the pond, a curved shoreline lined with pale stones borders a landscaped garden path with dense greenery and tall trees. Bright midday light filters through the foliage, creating strong contrast between shaded forest areas and illuminated grass and shrubs. A person in orange clothing sits in the distance near the far bank.

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 12/04/2026

The onboarding doc said the system was stable.

A heavily glitched, motion-blurred view of a modern city. Tall buildings line both sides of the frame, their windows fragmented into red, green, and blue color offsets. An elevated rail or roadway cuts across the middle, supported by arched structures. Below it, wet ground reflects scattered lights, with streaks suggesting recent movement. The entire image has a distorted, pixelated quality, as if captured through a corrupted digital signal.

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 12/04/2026

I wasn’t supposed to be there that night.

Dark rural scene at night with a small wooden structure lit by a single exterior light. The surrounding area is mostly in shadow, with a dirt or gravel path leading toward the building. Bare trees form a dense, uneven backdrop. The sky is filled with bright, heavy clouds against a black background. Film grain, scratches, and dust are visible across the image. Off to the right side, a faint human-shaped figure stands partially obscured in the darkness, distant and not clearly defined.

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 11/04/2026

Same route. Same hour. Same delay between steps.

A lone figure walks down a dim suburban street at night, rendered as a dark silhouette against bright, blown-out light. The scene is heavily blurred and smeared, with repeated triangular light patterns stacking upward in the background and streaking diagonally across the frame. Parked cars line the left side, barely visible through haze. The pavement reflects light, suggesting recent rain. The overall image has a grainy, monochrome tone with strong glow and motion distortion, giving a disorienting, layered effect.

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 11/04/2026

Same... same... Route. Drag. Same... almost... (Step). The body. Going. Hitch. (Breath) Hitch. (Breath) It won't stop. It can’t. The light is pulling. S-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g. Thin as skin. Edges are bleeding out. Everything repeats... Slightly... Sideways […] [Original post on pixelfed.social]

A blurred figure walks runs on a city street, their body stretched and smeared by motion while fine horizontal lines ripple across the entire image like scan interference. Warm and cool tones mix in the background, but details are unstable and partially erased, giving the sense of repeated movement that never fully resolves.

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 10/04/2026

Whatever this was has already degraded into something that can’t be recovered.

Dark, heavily pixelated night scene. A faint road stretches forward into a dim landscape, barely visible. A parked vehicle sits on the right as a soft, warm patch of light spills onto the ground near it. In the distance, scattered yellow and white lights form a blurred line of a town or hillside, partially swallowed by darkness. The entire image is low-resolution, with blocky compression artifacts obscuring detail and softening all edges.

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 09/04/2026

Nothing lands. Everything passes. You speak. Shape thins. It answers through weight. The signal holds nothing. Not you. Gone.

Blurred green field with heavy vertical scanline distortion, soft light bleeding through, details smeared into streaks, image partially obscured as if corrupted or dragged during capture

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 09/04/2026

That sudden, prickling sensation on the back of your neck that tells you that you aren't the first person to find this place. But you might be the last one allowed to leave.

Dark, moody night scene of an old rusted car sitting half-swallowed by tall grass in a dense forest. The image is drenched in deep violet and blue tones, with mist glowing faintly in the background between the trees. Most of the car is obscured by shadow, but its boxy shape, windshield, and one round headlight are still visible. The whole scene feels damp, abandoned, and eerie, like a forgotten vehicle left to decay in the woods.

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 10/03/2025

Yes - 90125 (1983) Found this in a thrift store today, almost pristine. So I bought it for $2. Totally worth it. @recordpics@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 09/03/2025

Midnight at the pump. It was late, and everything was quiet. I stopped here for a bite to eat. But I had to admire the glow. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 05/03/2025

The Navigators - Soldiers and Sailors (2011) Rock music mixed with sea shanties. Very Newfoundland style. Great stories, and some genuine toe tappers. @recordpics@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 04/03/2025

The thick. Everything growing wild. The weeds growing long. Everything slightly damp. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 01/03/2025

A corner for lovers. An inviting spot where we can canoodle and stare at each other. Perhaps say nothing because what is plainly said is unsaid. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 01/03/2025

Taking the train. Approaching Bridgeport Stn. A nice scenic journey. I highly enjoy travelling by train. @blue@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 01/03/2025

The Gang - Zero Hits (2008) I might be one of the few to have ever heard this record. But this is a killer album. In terms of sound, it sits somewhere between U2, Arcade Fire, The Strokes, and Sonic Youth. Right up my alley. The mastering is a little loud […] [Original post on pixelfed.social]

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 01/03/2025

First cherry blossoms. Probably my favourite time of the year. Sakura is so beautiful. And I love how the petals fall from the tree once they mature. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 28/02/2025

Night watcher. A black sky drifter, traveling through the late hours, Each tower a sequel, a tale of height and deed. Twisting, winding through neon streets, A blur of lights in a restless night. @sizz@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 28/02/2025

A quiet spot. Just a place in my neighbourhood with foliage. I come here when I need a break. Nothing happens and I like that. @blue@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 28/02/2025

The first daisy. Incredibly small. But the first one I’ve seen this year. Here it is poking out from the grass. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 28/02/2025

Hotel. The place I was staying. I was very tired. The light was so bright and I had a headache. @sizz@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 28/02/2025

Jewel. Something unique I found in a mall. But not just the jewellery, but the hand that holds it. What an inhuman way to hold something, but also kind of symbolic. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 28/02/2025

The Kingston Trio - S/T (1958) This iconic folk group’s most iconic album, which contains their hit song “Tom Dooley”. Certain things haven’t aged well, and are actually offensive. But the bulk of the music is well performed. @recordpics@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 28/02/2025

Marine Dr. Station. A little place where I can grab a bite, watch a movie, buy cough medicine. I love watching people walk by. @blue@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 28/02/2025

Rainy day. It’s coming down thick, Soaking streets so heavy and slick. All the buildings drenched, Like a thirst that’s never quenched. It’s relentless and won’t stop, Drumming rooftops, steady drop. Invasion from the sky, A flood of gray where dry hopes die. @blue@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 28/02/2025

Dark Tokyo. I love these neighbourhoods. Tokyo has so many people, yet it’s never hard to find a quiet spot. Even without humanity, it feels so human. @sizz@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 27/02/2025

I don’t know. I really don’t know how I got here. Or even where this is. Or why I took this picture. I’m baffled. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 27/02/2025

Remnant of an evergreen. Just a little speck from a tree that I found on concrete while out on a walk at night. That one little piece of a tree, tiny. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 27/02/2025

A gnome. I used to see these guys more often. But I haven’t seen a gnome in a home or a garden for awhile. I wonder where they went. @blue@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 27/02/2025

The walk home. I generally love nights. They’re always my favourite time of day. And my favourite thing to do during nights is to go for a walk and enjoy the vibes. @sizz@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 26/02/2025

Two apartment buildings. More are coming. Towers of glass. Because that’s what Vancouver does. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 26/02/2025

Organic. I love plants. No brains, but they have a certain intelligence. Wherever they may be, they find a way to live. @blue@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 26/02/2025

Life from dirt. That’s always been the amazing thing about plants. They just need dirt, sun, and water. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 26/02/2025

I like this plant in front of the brick wall. But why is it here? Whose decision was this? And why did they care? I have questions. @blue@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 26/02/2025

The clouds are coming. The heavens above are choked in a shroud of darkness— not the gentle veil of night, not the hush of holy rest, but a ravenous, smothering gloom, thick with withheld wrath, quivering with hunger, aching to break. The clouds gather […] [Original post on pixelfed.social]

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 26/02/2025

Paint on a tree. I think this was here for some construction marking. But it also made good abstract art. @dustbloom@piefed.social.

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 25/02/2025

Leaves. Soon the will turn from red to green. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 25/02/2025

Abandoned cups. Sometimes litter tells a story. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 25/02/2025

Evening shadows. Those plants are so quiet. @sizz@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 25/02/2025

Divergence. A view between two tree trunks which, in turn, is a view of an overpass. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 24/02/2025

Footsteps in snow. Fresh. Glistening. And white. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 24/02/2025

Echos of winter. I found this sticker of a snowflake on a window. It’s since been removed. An inconsequential memory, but a memory of winter. @blue@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 24/02/2025

Tokyo Disneyland. Everyone told me to go there but I wasn’t interested because I’ve been to Disneyland in the USA and it was hell. And I wanted to experience Japanese culture, not imported American culture. Besides, Studio Ghibli is so much better than […] [Original post on pixelfed.social]

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 24/02/2025

It’s pouring. In Vancouver, it’s a typical February night. Not only is it wet, even if you carry an umbrella, the moisture chills you to the bone. More poor kid got drenched walking from the parking lot lot to a restaurant. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 23/02/2025

Access. Someone punched a hole in the wall, wrecking the aesthetics, because they needed power—and now all my attention gets drawn to that power outlet embedded inside. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 23/02/2025

Treasures in the attic. You ever arrive in an old storage space, open up a box, only to discover something magnificent? @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 23/02/2025

Entertainment! Yes, this is an entertainment centre inside my house. I was watching a movie, and it’s much better when the lights are dim. @dustbloom@piefed.social

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Chris Trottier @atomicpoet.pixelfed.social.ap.brid.gy · 23/02/2025

I can hear this place, and it is loud. Gales screaming. Leaves rustling. The cold colliding with my nose. @blue@piefed.social

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