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Shadows of July
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Blue-eyed, near the twilight phase, accepting the past without being bound to it, delightfully amused by life’s oddities, athiest, quietly bold, deeply kind, and never far from my next fanciful creation, if procrastination doesn't extinguish my attempt.
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A world forgets to pause, lingers in quiet, in the deliberate, in the darkly beautiful. Thoughtfulness isn’t loud, it’s whispered.
Here kindness wears black lace. Whether it's a cup etched with charm, a bookmark that murmurs secrets, every creation is a seeming relic in a hurry up and go world
A moody, corked black glass bottle labeled Midnight Brew is cradled in the left hand, set atop a weathered wooden surface reminiscent of an old writing desk. Beside it, another left hand gently holds a card that reads With Love. A small round vase nestles three deep crimson roses, their petals velvety and rich. A faint shimmer of light casts soft shadows across the scene, while the bottle glows with an eerie green hue—like a whispered secret trapped in glass. A notepad with a hand-drawn flower rests nearby, pen poised in stillness, revealing the source of the note. At the top, the image title reads Thoughtfulness in a Picture—an ode to quiet magic, memory, and perhaps deathly intention.
July 14, 2025 at 4:34 AM
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"A close-up photo of a tabby cat with sharply defined stripes and long white whiskers. One intense, glimmering eye peers out from the shadows, framed by softly lit fur. The background is dark, drawing focus to her alert ears and textured coat." With the words O sleek enigma, draped in dusk, Your purrs unwind the day’s old husk. Eyes aglow with secret lore, You slip through cracks in myth and floor. Majestic paws, both fierce and kind, You rule the hearth and haunt the mind.
June 29, 2025 at 11:13 AM
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Don’t go, ladies. Let them stew in their own sexist juice. www.theguardian.com/australia-ne...
Melbourne’s Savage Club to allow ‘lady guest’ diners as cost of living strikes men-only haven
Falling attendance at club’s dining rooms is ‘uneconomic and dispiriting for staff members’, president says, as six-month trial starts
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June 26, 2025 at 11:59 PM
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The golden stillness that lingered over Lake Eppalock where the fading light stirs echoes of long forgotten Summers, every ripple feels like a memory tearing at my heart when Jayco took over our little peace of paradise.
#alttxt #sunset #myphotography© #northcentralvictoria #australia
A hush falls over the golden hour at the lake at sunset, its dark yet still shimmering surface still reflecting the silence of the dusk through the shadowed trees
June 21, 2025 at 11:50 AM
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Intimate glimpse of a daisy, soft petals unfurling like whispered hopes around a sunlit heart, standing quietly amid a blurred sea of uncoloured green, an emblem of simplicity, resilience and the gentle strength of unnoticed beauty.
#altxtpoem #myphotograpy© #daisyadaydear #britishenglishspelling
In a hush of green, she lifts her face, A gleam of grace in a hidden place. Each petal, soft as a sigh held tight, Unfolds a tale in the morning light. Her golden heart holds summer’s spark, A lantern small in shadows dark. No trumpet blares, no chorus sings, Yet she endures through nameless springs. So still she stands, the world in spin, A silent strength that blooms within. Not reaching loud, but shining clear— A whisper saying, “I am here.”
June 21, 2025 at 9:40 AM
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In the Japanese garden
#lastwinter #alttext #hobartbotanicalgarden #photography
Beneath the bridge of painted red, Where leaves whisper tales overhead, I found a door of crooked stone, That hummed a tune I’d never known. The koi all danced in secret schemes, Their golden scales like shattered dreams. A snail passed by with knowing eyes, And winked at me—so very wise. A teacup floated on the stream, Spilling laughter, steam, and cream. A hedgehog sipped with feathered grace, Then vanished—poof!—without a trace. Each rusted vine, each leaning tree, Held conversations just for me. The moss recited poetry, Of moonlit frogs and bumblebee. I tiptoed where the shadows flew, Past mushrooms steeped in morning dew. A giggling breeze untied my braid— The gnomes had bets on where I strayed.
June 20, 2025 at 11:23 AM
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The "Bluey" thats not blue
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“Accommodation,” letters cling— A whisper from a place that’d sing. Laughter soaked in ale and light, Now guarded by a lens at night. It wears disguise, but holds its grace, A cornerstone that once was whole. And now, beneath a silent sky, Its windows watch the townsfolk pass by. No clink of glass, no old refrain The Bluey stands empty again.
June 20, 2025 at 11:02 AM
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The hush of winter, June lingers like a ghost behind the glass its edges soft, sun warmed, and far away. The garden no longer hums, green once climbed and curled, frost has stitched silver threads, quieting the pulse of summer.
And yet—June lives on, A shadow, yes, but a gentle one and a promise
Through a gently aged wooden window, the outside world appears cloaked in the hush of early winter. Frost clings to the panes, softening the outlines of bare branches and dusted plants beyond, all blurred slightly by a veil of morning mist. The glass filters in a silvery light that casts the room in a subdued glow—peaceful and still. On the inside, dried vines and delicate flowers stretch along the window frame and cluster on the sill, as though trying to reach back out into nature. Their presence adds a rustic, almost wistful charm, blurring the boundary between indoors and out. It feels like a captured moment—a snapshot of solitude wrapped in gentle cold, where time pauses just long enough for reflection.
June 20, 2025 at 10:42 AM