Thursday, July 14, 2022

Thursday, July 14, 2022

webby space image, reminiscence and buckMoon of 2022

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Poem -inebriated by the universe

I am drunk 🥴 on the universe after seeing the new reveal of our creation. Let us toast to wonders beyond ✨️ imagining - Geof Rimositis

Toasting the Universe as displayed by the Webby Space telescope:

A glass of tempranillo toasting the Universe, all living and dead things, all that came and gone, all that is present, and all that will come to pass. Life or death, It doesnt care, It just keeps existing, with no beginning and no end, like us. When I face the judge, I will lie and cheat and make excuses, to no avail of course

Reminiscence, at Land's End 201:

BuckMoon of 2022:

By Tomasso

Solarized   In Difference Clouds

By Hippo:

Saturday, July 09, 2022

Saturday, July 09, 2022

acga Paly 2022

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Friday, July 08, 2022

Friday, July 08, 2022

mais lindos de 2002

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Absolutely love it!
Celia with Green Hat
David Hockney


Vers l’Equilibre by Saype
atop Grand Chamossaire
Villars-sur-Ollon, Switzerland


Dino Sculptures
Sand Festival
Middelkerke, Belgium


Dino Sculptures
Sand Festival
Middelkerke, Belgium


Dino Sculptures
Sand Festival
Middelkerke, Belgium


Dino Sculptures
Sand Festival
Middelkerke, Belgium


Sand Festival
Middelkerke, Belgium


Thursday, July 07, 2022

Thursday, July 07, 2022

lindos de 2022

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Derecho turns skies green
Sioux Falls, S.D.


Derecho turns skies green
Sioux Falls, S.D.


Derecho turns skies green
Sioux Falls, S.D.


Punta Rocca Glacier
Marmolada Mountain
Dolomites, Italy


Tuesday, July 05, 2022

Tuesday, July 05, 2022

nite sky

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Scorpius and Milky Way
by Tomaso


it takes a fire to release the seeds of lodgepole pine, eucalyptus and banksia
death do them part from their protective cones and shells
is the soul waiting for such release from its mortal coil?
does it sit in stasis below the solar plexus waiting to catch a ride on the rays of the sun to some yet undiscovered country only the dead have access to?
we're made of stardust (carl sagan) and to stardust we shall return to ride the cosmic winds like salmon returning to their spawning grounds
perhaps there is a longing in us to go back to the star that gave us birth so we too can shine in the heavens for all eternity
- Geoff Rimositis

 

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