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It's maybe five minutes onscreen
Things in my neighborhood are starting to bloom, so I got out of the house in the on-and-off overcast and photographed some.
The forsythia tenaciously fluoresces, the near-sole survivor of last summer's clear-cut yard.
I had never seen daffodils of this candlelike scheme before.
Increasingly my camera refuses to focus and shuts itself down mid-shot, but it can still capture, when it feels like it, the textures of a telephone pole.
I walked in the exact opposite direction from the white wreath of the cherry tree and found this almond instead.
The red maple flowers lay in the street like a skein across a river.
The more standardly colored daffodils are still beautiful, especially when marble-translucent with sun.
I just like a wallful of moss.
I agree with this post that the human body was not designed to know what the worst person in the world is doing every fifteen minutes, but it was not possible for me to avoid hearing that the man in the White House shared AI slop of himself as Jesus healing the sick for Pascha. It was much nicer to discover that Aimee Mann circa 'Til Tuesday belonged so clearly to the elusive Bowie–Swinton species. She could have starred in Liquid Sky (1982).
The forsythia tenaciously fluoresces, the near-sole survivor of last summer's clear-cut yard.
I had never seen daffodils of this candlelike scheme before.
Increasingly my camera refuses to focus and shuts itself down mid-shot, but it can still capture, when it feels like it, the textures of a telephone pole.
I walked in the exact opposite direction from the white wreath of the cherry tree and found this almond instead.
The red maple flowers lay in the street like a skein across a river.
The more standardly colored daffodils are still beautiful, especially when marble-translucent with sun.
I just like a wallful of moss.
I agree with this post that the human body was not designed to know what the worst person in the world is doing every fifteen minutes, but it was not possible for me to avoid hearing that the man in the White House shared AI slop of himself as Jesus healing the sick for Pascha. It was much nicer to discover that Aimee Mann circa 'Til Tuesday belonged so clearly to the elusive Bowie–Swinton species. She could have starred in Liquid Sky (1982).
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(there is one contra musician who I think must be at least partially of it, and I find myself distracted by their beauty every time they play.)
~Sor
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One of the most important keystone species of our ecosystem!
(there is one contra musician who I think must be at least partially of it, and I find myself distracted by their beauty every time they play.)
(I'd be distracted!)