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The Teign Gorge, Dartmoor.

Early morning before the day has decided which face to put on.

#photography #landscape #dartmoor
January 10, 2026 at 12:03 PM
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At first glance this might look like a shot of the seashore on the ocean. That's not water but a thick layer of fog creeping towards the foothills, creating an optical illusion. Snapped from 4000 feet above Santa Barbara on E. Camino Cielo Rd. #Sunset #LaCumbrePeak #SantaBarbara. #Photography
December 13, 2025 at 7:14 AM
Two friends in a booth by the window in a fairly quiet diner in Kita-sando, Tokyo. The heat from the hot chocolate soothes all good, tired souls. Shinya says 'What's a good pick me up?' Yuuki says, 'You in the Sky by The Waterboys is a great song, a great, great pick me up.'

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#thewaterboys #sky
December 11, 2025 at 9:11 AM
December 7, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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Near Col du Mollendruz, December 2005.
#photography #landscape #snowscape #trees #winter #Jura #Vaud #Switzerland
December 3, 2025 at 4:21 PM
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365 Challenge No. 1 - 2025 publish daily old unpublished pics
Day 337 - Dawn breaking over the Gulf of Thailand, from Aleenta, Pranburi, Thailand 2015
More photos at fotosbyfaj.com

#fotosbyfaj #365challenge2025 #reflections #thailand #pranburi #aleentahuahin #aleenaslifestyle #sunrise #dawn
December 1, 2025 at 7:53 AM
June 2001. Somewhere in Lille, northern France. The new song words leap out at him and bite. He imagines the bittersweet taste of sand and dirt in the desert outskirts of Damascus. Why? "So, I dive into a pool/ So cool and deep that if I sink I sink/ And when I swim, I fly so high"

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#rem #reveal
December 1, 2025 at 4:39 PM
July 2005. Sitting on the shores of Killiney Beach quietly minding my own business and killing time, old man steps out of the Irish Sea, all lithe in the swim cap and sees me scribbling in the notebook. He says "You take care of the mental, and I'll take care of the physical."

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#Killiney #Dublin
December 1, 2025 at 4:12 PM
@wearejames.bsky.social My mind was smaller because I was really very young in that carriage of Time. I see that now. I can sense that old part of me now. Baby spider moves an inch.
November 29, 2025 at 6:11 PM
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Oxford Circus rush hour, 2018

He just looked up and smiled quietly.

#streetphotography
November 27, 2025 at 10:26 PM
When he was very, very young he knew he didn't like pears and never would. When he was a little bit older, he didn't like what he saw around him from time to time. When he was a young man trying the days on for size he just wanted to disappear. And then one day

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#writing #disappear
November 26, 2025 at 5:05 PM
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While the scant cloud off Sydney’s Coogee Beach sets the scene for a hot day, I suggest peering into the sand to spot the blur which is a couple boxing on the beach at first light.
November 25, 2025 at 8:07 PM
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November 25, 2025 at 9:14 PM
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November 25, 2025 at 7:08 PM
A hot water bottle to the base of the spine is bliss. He remembers being thirteen and watching satellite tv for the first time. It is 1991. Under The Bridge is on heavy rotation on MTV Europe. Quiet. Loud. Quiet. Loud.
November 25, 2025 at 5:11 PM
@tim-burgess.bsky.social
He tries to settle his body, and he prays to his spirit saying to no one "You are lucky and blessed. Think of all the great music that has not been made yet. Think of all the joy there is to come." Years later he discovers Nation Of Language's Under The Water. Waves of joy.
November 23, 2025 at 4:59 PM
I walk across the bridge as you once did. You made it across. I'm still on my way. God bless you, Mani.

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#Mani
November 21, 2025 at 7:19 PM
Marshall is closing up. It's after midnight and the forecast is for snow. The heavens way, way above are tinged with violet and blues. Inside the candle light bobs all reds and yellows. The jukebox plays You Just Have To Be Crazy. Marshall nods in agreement to no one.

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#grantleebuffalo #fuzzy
November 19, 2025 at 5:05 PM
I just wasn't made for these crimes, Brian.

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#brianwilson #writing
November 17, 2025 at 7:47 PM
The hero of our story knew he was getting older when he began to appreciate the music of Fleetwood Mac. An eyebrow raise, a foot tap, a live performance hear, a photo of Stevie Nicks there, a mouth drop at Lindsey Buckingham shredding The Chain. You know the rest.

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#FleetwoodMac
November 14, 2025 at 7:10 PM
Songs I LOVED from the first listen:
I Won't Share You/ The Smiths 1987
Harvest Moon/Neil Young 1992
Halo/The Cure 1992
Fade Into You/Mazzy Star 1993
The Hook/ Grant Lee Buffalo 1993
Lover/Perfume 1995
Knot Comes Loose/My Morning Jacket 2005
Dreamworld/ Rilo Kiley 2007

#music #nomusicnolife
November 14, 2025 at 6:57 PM
Red digits. He is tired. The long hours have stretched him thin. Faint wisps in the world. He reclines. The inviting shallows of sleep come. He tries to settle his body, and he prays to his spirit saying to no one "You are lucky and blessed. Think of all the great music that has not been made yet.
November 12, 2025 at 4:50 PM
My thoughts pick their way through my mind like Bert Jansch. I wish.

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#writing #bertjansch #mentalhealth #loneliness
November 11, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Austen thinks for a split second Are my fingers dead? Has my sense of touch been killed off? His handset screen remains undisturbed, disinclined to react to his touch. Austen's levels of AQT frustration rise. A damaged handset has dire consequences. Eliot will terminate contact.
November 10, 2025 at 5:38 PM