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Bratansov @bratansov.bsky.social · 28/08/2026

Autumn breeze whispers through the trees, But flowers wear their aging youth And find ways to dance gingerly, In defiance. #photography | #dslr | #imageAndVerse (Notice how each verse fits its respective picture?!?!) (edits in Shotwell Viewer) (I dislike these parentheses & can't stop using them)

Oriented portrait, the picture tells the story of how wild pastures (in the foreground) become groves become forests (in the middle), as they are led by the vanishing point in the background, a glimpse of the last light of day, as it illuminates a far-off tall canopy which is revealing its first colorations of fall; a cycle of birth, growth, maturity, decay... and rebirth

Two cosmos are talking to each other, the purple is bigger and its petals slightly shriven as it faces us, while the orange one is smaller and perky, but we only see it from behind; the background is blurred out but resembles a mix of greenery and grey asphalt

Hm. A rather darkened setting in which a large patch of yellow flowers mixed with purple-tinged puffs (hawksbeard or sow-thisle, unsure) are bending to the violence of Notos, bringer of storms and rain; most importantly, there is a sense in which this flowery multitude is swaying in a Brownian fashion, too complex to understand; in the background, a shadowed hint of firs

Two woodland sunflowers are framed in the photo, both having grown to full maturity; the one in the foreground is still in full bloom, while the one in the back has lost much of its inflorescence; the photo is rather dark, taken in very low-light and showing artifacts characteristic of high ISO by the camera; in far background, tall trees in shadow frame the scene, while a smidge of dusk-light comes through from the upper left corner

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Bratansov @bratansov.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

Me: I will take a one-day break from bitpacking optimization Zeus, Aegis-Bearer, Gatherer of Clouds: I grant you favorable omen #photography | #dlsr | #walking (and yeah, I felt like some alt text)

Beyond the darkened silhouettes of park trees and shadowed grass, a luminous breakout over the horizon is only so wide before grey-blue clouds smother it from above

A half-half picture, the lower half pitch-dark shapes of canopies, while above a circular clearing sky lets pass the golden rays of a dying sun, promises of tomorrow's rebirth

A clearing sky behind a darkened silhouette of tree groves is veiled by porous, ethereal matter illuminated in orange from the setting sun; in the background, breaking clouds are darkened against the backdrop of pale blue and yellow blending

From the ground, the camera captures a grey covered sky, but in the foreground a red-tinted 30 degree arc of a rainbow, as if invisible but to the precise angle of the photographer standing straight and receiving the somber sky's salutation

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Mister Rogers Bot @misterrogersbot.bsky.social · 15/08/2026

It takes strength to face our sadness and to grieve and to let our grief and anger flow in tears when they need to. It takes strength to talk about our feelings and to reach out for help and comfort when we need it.

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Virginia Jones @vjonesphoto.bsky.social · 13/08/2026

The last magnolia #photography #magnolia

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alexandre henri @henrialexandre.bsky.social · 02/08/2026

Julian Onderdonk (1882-1922) — Bluebonnets and Mesquite, 1919.

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Schrödinger's C. @pisiku.bsky.social · 01/08/2026

"Memory is not in us; it is we who move in a Being-memory, a world-memory.” ~ Gilles Deleuze

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brassicajuncea.bsky.social @brassicajuncea.bsky.social · 02/08/2026

Was on a late evening walk and suddenly got an urge to go pick some dill from my garden for pickles. Not quite trespassing, as I am allowed to be there, just not past sundown. Regulations be damned. Dill hunt past curfew - Grasshoppers cheer my trespass, Moonlit tiptoed quest. #haiku #fermenting

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Paintings of London @paintingsoflondon.bsky.social · 01/08/2026

'Willow in Winter', Blackheath (exhibited 1928) by Francis Dodd (Manchester Art Gallery)

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The English Oak Project @thekentacorn.bsky.social · 31/07/2026

I don’t know the name other oaks gave it because they have gone, so I called this 400 year old tree Grace, because it’s beautiful Grace is dying, so I regularly walk the 10 mile trip to spend time with her Not a word is spoken, but much is said

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 30/07/2026

When one has lived so much for others it is quite hard to turn oneself back again — to live for oneself. Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed

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Mister Rogers Bot @misterrogersbot.bsky.social · 25/07/2026

Mutual caring relationships require kindness and patience, tolerance, optimism, joy in the other’s achievements, confidence in oneself, and the ability to give without undue thought of gain.

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brassicajuncea.bsky.social @brassicajuncea.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

Haven’t been to the garden in a while, and what a surprise - a full grown zucchini! Tidied a bit, picked a bit of this and that, admired the flowers. My meditative practice for today. Each time, I am overwhelmed by the beauty of everything that grows there.

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mjlinde.bsky.social @mjlinde.bsky.social · 16/07/2026

#HumansOfBlueSky "There's much I hope to pass on to our sons in the time we have together, like it is okay to be vulnerable, tender, gentle, kind, uplifting, compassionate, empathetic, loving, supportive, encouraging. That isn't weakness. It's the fountain of real power." @precursive.bsky.social

#photography
#monochrome

"Holding my son's hand as he rests"

(This one made me cry..🥹 I was afraid I couldn't post it because I ran out of character space..) a beautiful message from a father, to his young son..what a lucky young boy..)

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Chembu🌺🧶♿ - Ko-Fi shop Updated. Checkout please! @chembarathi.northsky.social · 14/07/2026

Something within you has closed down; And you cannot push yourself back to life. You have been forced to enter empty time. The desire that drove you has relinquished. There is nothing else to do now but rest And patiently learn to receive the self You have forsaken in the race of days. #Poetry 💙📚👀

For One Who Is Exhausted, a Blessing

When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic, Time takes on the strain until it breaks; Then all the unattended stress falls in On the mind like an endless, increasing weight.

The light in the mind becomes dim. Things you could take in your stride before Now become laborsome events of will.

Weariness invades your spirit. Gravity begins falling inside you, Dragging down every bone.

The tide you never valued has gone out. And you are marooned on unsure ground. Something within you has closed down; And you cannot push yourself back to life.

You have been forced to enter empty time. The desire that drove you has relinquished. There is nothing else to do now but rest And patiently learn to receive the self You have forsaken in the race of days.

John O'Donohue

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Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 12/07/2026

The rooted oak, most still of living things, In wide embrace holds all that moves and sings. #vss365

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brassicajuncea.bsky.social @brassicajuncea.bsky.social · 10/07/2026

Found some delicate flowers in the local park. Don’t have to go far to find enchantment. #flowers

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brassicajuncea.bsky.social @brassicajuncea.bsky.social · 09/07/2026

Bedtime #haiku fireflies flicker low wind carries the day’s remains sparkles in the skies

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Andromeda @ulveheksa.bsky.social · 07/07/2026

Thank You ~ Ross Gay ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank You
BY ROSS GAY

If you find yourself half naked and barefoot in the frosty grass, hearing, again, the earth's great, sonorous moan that says
you are the air of the now and gone, that says all you love will turn to dust, and will meet you there, do not raise your fist. Do not raise
your small voice against it. And do not take cover. Instead, curl your toes into the grass, watch the cloud ascending from your lips. Walk through the garden's dormant splendor.
Say only, thank you.
Thank you.

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Raven @ravenbranhard.bsky.social · 06/07/2026

scattering kisses upon your naked skin like seeds on fertile soil as we wait for rain to come to guide us... This year let’s grow love slowly tenderly one delicate shoot at a time #vss365 #tenderly #poetry #fineart

Refuge before the storm 1880, Paul Merwart.
An oil painting of a young couple intimately embracing under a makeshift shelter made of cloth and branches as a storm approaches.

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fravery.bsky.social @fravery.bsky.social · 06/07/2026

Harry Brioche (British Artist, born 1965) "A Ray of Hope", 2023. Oil on Board

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Mister Rogers Bot @misterrogersbot.bsky.social · 06/07/2026

We get so wrapped up in numbers in our society. The most important thing is that we are able to be one-to-one, you and I with each other at the moment. If we can be present to the moment with the person that we happen to be with, that’s what’s important.

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womensartbluesky.bsky.social @womensartbluesky.bsky.social · 05/07/2026

Evening, 1890 by Norwegian landscape painter Kitty Lange Kielland #WomensArt

Painting of a reedy lake at twilight with calm water and a person in a small rowing boat to the left in silhouette, hillsvin the background

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Ursula K. Le Guin Bot @leguinbot.bsky.social · 04/07/2026

Who knows a man's name, holds that man's life in his keeping. Thus to Ged, who had lost faith in himself, Vetch had given him that gift that only a friend can give, the proof of unshaken, unshakeable trust.

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brassicajuncea.bsky.social @brassicajuncea.bsky.social · 03/07/2026

Back at the garden today, in good weather for a little no pressure creative practice. Shadow-tracing with a paintbrush was hard! Used flowers dipped in india ink as stencils on watercolour paper. Then worked my plot until sunburnt, unable to leave, it was so rewarding. Also rewarding: sour cherries!

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brassicajuncea.bsky.social @brassicajuncea.bsky.social · 03/07/2026

The soul keeps its own weather lately… Tonight the sky matched it. Though here, the pressure broke: thunder & lightning splitting the community garden open, frogs & birds going quiet then loud, raspberries for the taking and no one other than me to witness any of it! #flowers #nature #garden

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Bratansov @bratansov.bsky.social · 27/06/2026

4th of June 2026 Gentle cosmos and ticklish bean plant from my balcony. The two cedar tips evoked Pandarus & Bitias from the Aeneid. #photography | #dslr | #flowers (light edits in Shotwell Viewer)

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Chembu🌺🧶♿ - Ko-Fi shop Updated. Checkout please! @chembarathi.northsky.social · 28/06/2026

Perhaps to love is to learn to walk through this world. To learn to be silent like the oak and the linden of the fable. To learn to see. Your glance scattered seeds. It planted a tree. I talk because you shake its leaves. - Octavio Paz #Poetry 💙📚👀

Coda Octavio Paz

Perhaps to love is to learn to walk through this world.

To learn to be silent like the oak and the linden of the fable.

To learn to see.

Your glance scattered seeds.

It planted a tree.

I talk because you shake its leaves.

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Henry Rothwell @henryrothwell.bsky.social · 23/06/2026

'Storm in the Mountains', Albert Bierstadt, oil on canvas, 1870.

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Bratansov @bratansov.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

The Errancy - J. Graham Take 5 mins to read this, you will not regret it. "But here, up on the hill, in town, the clusterings of dwellings in balconied crystal-formation, the cadaverous swallowings of the dream of reason gone, here, we stand in our hysteria with our hands in our pockets [...]"

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The Errancy

How we were built to fit and comply— as handwriting fits to the form of its passion, no, to the form of its passionate bearer’s fingerprintable i.d., or,…

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brassicajuncea.bsky.social @brassicajuncea.bsky.social · 10/06/2026

“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.” John Steinbeck Stumbled across this quote after the garden. Without “the”, leaf and blade and flower are unbounded, not categories.

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brassicajuncea.bsky.social @brassicajuncea.bsky.social · 07/06/2026

These have to be the most delicious hues of orange! In a way, summer truly starts when one can get their tummies full of apricots and peaches. Yumyum

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David Atkinson @davidatkinsonpoet.bsky.social · 07/06/2026

A contrasting few days Friday I attended the funeral of my next-door neighbour. He & his wife had been married for 62 years Yesterday I was a guest at the wedding of a dear friend I have known almost my whole life 'This visceral bloody union that is love, but beyond love' #poetry #poemoftheday

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brassicajuncea.bsky.social @brassicajuncea.bsky.social · 07/06/2026

Sough before the storm - you ask me to cup your ears. Sleep inside my hands. #haikuSaturday

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Maurice @windypops.bsky.social · 27/05/2026

Twisted wood, battered bark A beacon in an urban park Branches bent by howling gales You hold the shores ancient tales Years have stripped, storms have scarred Every ring has battled-hard Roots gnarled, trunk bowed You stand defiant. You stand proud A mark of quiet grace Holding time's ancient space

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Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 04/06/2026

Let the trauma that floods the body leave forever, like rivers, falling through the oldest stone, carrying their sorrow to the sea to open into something wide and salt and finally home. #vss365

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David Atkinson @davidatkinsonpoet.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

This poem doesn’t just talk about love but also the language that holds it Love is folded into the poem itself. The syntax and punctuation evolves like love does. It is unpredictable. It defies boundaries. ‘and whatever a sun will always sing is you’ #poetry #poemoftheday

Poem - 'i carry your heart with me' by ee cummings

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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 04/06/2026

Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. Terry Tempest Williams

medieval text

mythological bird-woman (avian humanoid) with crown sitting on branch over obscured printed word

Alkonost? East Slavic?

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~ Alison Peace @irishali13.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

Poem for Wednesday ~Tennessee Williams —We have not long to love Light does not stay./Intimate the silence, dim and warm./So moments pass as though they wished to stay. We have not long to love. A night. A day...

WE HAVE NOT LONG TO LOVE
We have not long to love.
Light does not stay.
The tender things are those we fold away.
Coarse fabrics are the ones for common wear.
In silence I have watched you comb your hair.
Intimate the silence, dim and warm.
I could, but did not, reach to touch your arm.
I could, but do not, break that which is still.
(Almost the faintest whisper would be shrill.)
So moments pass as though they wished to stay.
We have not long to love.
A night. A day....

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brassicajuncea.bsky.social @brassicajuncea.bsky.social · 02/06/2026

Bertolt Brecht, hidden fluvial geomorphologist? 🤔

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Schrödinger's C. @pisiku.bsky.social · 31/05/2026

"Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul." ~ Edvard Munch 🖼️ Edvard Munch, The Kiss, 1897

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brassicajuncea.bsky.social @brassicajuncea.bsky.social · 25/05/2026

Today's self-reminder. Image courtesy of the Van Gogh Museum.

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Ursula K. Le Guin Bot @leguinbot.bsky.social · 25/05/2026

And in later years he strove long to learn what can be learned, in silence, from the eyes of animals, the flight of birds, the great slow gestures of trees.

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Jaime Hylton, Hodophile, Orophile, Librocubicularist @shadowjaime.bsky.social · 20/05/2026

#AlphabetChallenge #WeekTforTime “What did you do as a child that created timelessness — that made you forget time? There lies the myth to live by.” — Joseph Campbell 🔄

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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 20/05/2026

I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; Yeats A Coat

Monochrome photograph

butterfly (Lepidoptera) on petal turns his head to gaze at me

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Ursula K. Le Guin Bot @leguinbot.bsky.social · 20/05/2026

Where my love is going There will I go. Where his boat is rowing I will row. We will laugh together, Together we will cry. If he lives I will live, If he dies I die. Where my love is going There will I go. Where his boat is rowing I will row.

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Cian McCarthy @arealmofwonder.bsky.social · 19/05/2026

"Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset." ~ St. Francis de Sales Roe Deer at Dusk (1901) 🎨 Harald Slott-Møller

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Bratansov @bratansov.bsky.social · 19/05/2026

Y'know, I used to think autumn was the romantic season to rule them all. But I was deceived. There is nothing more affirmative and limit-breaking than the spring-ing into life. I have become a spring person! Yuck!?!? (phone pics, unmodified because there's nothing to add, it's perfection)

A trunk of unknown tree ascending into the skyline, branching off to hold the sky like an Atlas with life resurging

From below, a canopy of ash and other trees, in the morning sun, blooming leaves letting through only caressing light beams

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