Pinch_of_Salt
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After a month of nurturing my gluten-free sourdough starter, I finally baked bread. A small victory, but it feels like magic. 🌾🌹
#SourdoughJourney #HomeBaking #GlutenFreeSourdough #ArtOfFermentation #SlowLiving #BakersOfBluesky #HomemadeBread #SourdoughStarter #FromScratch #BakingLove
#SourdoughJourney #HomeBaking #GlutenFreeSourdough #ArtOfFermentation #SlowLiving #BakersOfBluesky #HomemadeBread #SourdoughStarter #FromScratch #BakingLove
November 10, 2025 at 3:33 AM
After a month of nurturing my gluten-free sourdough starter, I finally baked bread. A small victory, but it feels like magic. 🌾🌹
#SourdoughJourney #HomeBaking #GlutenFreeSourdough #ArtOfFermentation #SlowLiving #BakersOfBluesky #HomemadeBread #SourdoughStarter #FromScratch #BakingLove
#SourdoughJourney #HomeBaking #GlutenFreeSourdough #ArtOfFermentation #SlowLiving #BakersOfBluesky #HomemadeBread #SourdoughStarter #FromScratch #BakingLove
The Beaver Supermoon.
November 7, 2025 at 5:01 PM
The Beaver Supermoon.
When I woke up, I saw these clouds making familiar patterns in the sky. We've seen these kinds of clouds before. I think they are called Altocumulus or Cirrocumulus. It's curious how the same patterns return over and over. You'd think things would change.
October 15, 2025 at 6:09 PM
When I woke up, I saw these clouds making familiar patterns in the sky. We've seen these kinds of clouds before. I think they are called Altocumulus or Cirrocumulus. It's curious how the same patterns return over and over. You'd think things would change.
No matter what is against us, we can always find beauty around us. A reminder that beauty exists in the toughest times. Look at that color red. 😊
October 15, 2025 at 5:56 PM
No matter what is against us, we can always find beauty around us. A reminder that beauty exists in the toughest times. Look at that color red. 😊
Big Moon in the sky.
October 13, 2025 at 11:58 PM
Big Moon in the sky.
Looking up at the sky makes me forget about the earth.
October 1, 2025 at 10:15 PM
Looking up at the sky makes me forget about the earth.
Sometimes, it is good to take a walk in nature to be reminded of its beauty and the things that are truly miraculous.
September 16, 2025 at 2:51 AM
Sometimes, it is good to take a walk in nature to be reminded of its beauty and the things that are truly miraculous.
I've been going to this spot taking pics for 20 years. It never repeats or disappoints.
August 15, 2025 at 3:36 AM
I've been going to this spot taking pics for 20 years. It never repeats or disappoints.
I see brush strokes. What do you see?
August 15, 2025 at 3:28 AM
I see brush strokes. What do you see?
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace." - Jimi Hendrix
July 8, 2025 at 8:49 PM
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace." - Jimi Hendrix
Wild Mountain Laurel is a pretty flower. A gift given by nature. It is a reminder that Earth's life force, no matter how important we think we are, is eternal, but we are temporal.
May 25, 2025 at 1:36 AM
Wild Mountain Laurel is a pretty flower. A gift given by nature. It is a reminder that Earth's life force, no matter how important we think we are, is eternal, but we are temporal.
Your vibes are bad — like a goon.
Karma’s coming, maybe soon.
Too many out there, I'd seriously moon.
Karma’s coming, maybe soon.
Too many out there, I'd seriously moon.
April 17, 2025 at 11:11 PM
Your vibes are bad — like a goon.
Karma’s coming, maybe soon.
Too many out there, I'd seriously moon.
Karma’s coming, maybe soon.
Too many out there, I'd seriously moon.
Waves embrace the shore
with song,
The wind hums soft,
and the tide moves strong.
But the seagull waits,
still and wise,
Watching the world
with knowing eyes.
For in the hush of sand and foam,
It finds its peace, it finds its home.
with song,
The wind hums soft,
and the tide moves strong.
But the seagull waits,
still and wise,
Watching the world
with knowing eyes.
For in the hush of sand and foam,
It finds its peace, it finds its home.
February 18, 2025 at 4:16 AM
Waves embrace the shore
with song,
The wind hums soft,
and the tide moves strong.
But the seagull waits,
still and wise,
Watching the world
with knowing eyes.
For in the hush of sand and foam,
It finds its peace, it finds its home.
with song,
The wind hums soft,
and the tide moves strong.
But the seagull waits,
still and wise,
Watching the world
with knowing eyes.
For in the hush of sand and foam,
It finds its peace, it finds its home.
Moonlit Silhouettes
Through tangled limbs,
the moonlight weaves,
A silver ghost among the leaves.
Its softened glow,
so pale and bright,
Breaks through
the hush of silent night.
Through tangled limbs,
the moonlight weaves,
A silver ghost among the leaves.
Its softened glow,
so pale and bright,
Breaks through
the hush of silent night.
February 14, 2025 at 5:17 AM
Moonlit Silhouettes
Through tangled limbs,
the moonlight weaves,
A silver ghost among the leaves.
Its softened glow,
so pale and bright,
Breaks through
the hush of silent night.
Through tangled limbs,
the moonlight weaves,
A silver ghost among the leaves.
Its softened glow,
so pale and bright,
Breaks through
the hush of silent night.
Venus and the Moon tease in the clear night,
Never touching, never drifting from sight.
Shining as brightly as they dare,
Wishing, hoping—yet unaware.
Quietly, calmly, with confident grace.
For those who look up, the secret is shown—
A love never spoken, yet always known.
Never touching, never drifting from sight.
Shining as brightly as they dare,
Wishing, hoping—yet unaware.
Quietly, calmly, with confident grace.
For those who look up, the secret is shown—
A love never spoken, yet always known.
February 2, 2025 at 10:33 PM
Venus and the Moon tease in the clear night,
Never touching, never drifting from sight.
Shining as brightly as they dare,
Wishing, hoping—yet unaware.
Quietly, calmly, with confident grace.
For those who look up, the secret is shown—
A love never spoken, yet always known.
Never touching, never drifting from sight.
Shining as brightly as they dare,
Wishing, hoping—yet unaware.
Quietly, calmly, with confident grace.
For those who look up, the secret is shown—
A love never spoken, yet always known.
**Pink and Gold**
Delicate pink petals hang,
And sway in the wind's embrace.
Golden clouds blur the future,
Soft hues veil what lies ahead.
A quiet pause, a fleeting moment,
Where paths are formed but words unsaid.
Delicate pink petals hang,
And sway in the wind's embrace.
Golden clouds blur the future,
Soft hues veil what lies ahead.
A quiet pause, a fleeting moment,
Where paths are formed but words unsaid.
January 28, 2025 at 2:16 AM
**Pink and Gold**
Delicate pink petals hang,
And sway in the wind's embrace.
Golden clouds blur the future,
Soft hues veil what lies ahead.
A quiet pause, a fleeting moment,
Where paths are formed but words unsaid.
Delicate pink petals hang,
And sway in the wind's embrace.
Golden clouds blur the future,
Soft hues veil what lies ahead.
A quiet pause, a fleeting moment,
Where paths are formed but words unsaid.