Emkaydub
@themkdub.bsky.social
Seeker. Observer. Quiet builder. Intolerant of injustices.
Reining Darkness.
Infinite supply seems waning, the sun, scarce for so many hours, that questions of import could be asked by a fly for their lives are short.
Are we much better, standing half erect, but sleeping with our eyes open?
Infinite supply seems waning, the sun, scarce for so many hours, that questions of import could be asked by a fly for their lives are short.
Are we much better, standing half erect, but sleeping with our eyes open?
January 10, 2026 at 1:01 PM
Reining Darkness.
Infinite supply seems waning, the sun, scarce for so many hours, that questions of import could be asked by a fly for their lives are short.
Are we much better, standing half erect, but sleeping with our eyes open?
Infinite supply seems waning, the sun, scarce for so many hours, that questions of import could be asked by a fly for their lives are short.
Are we much better, standing half erect, but sleeping with our eyes open?
Above the fire.
I liked the light. Are we not true if we say there’s not enough light?
It feels often, especially lately, the bright light is being drowned by dark matter, which could be possible, but not probable.
Fight for light.
I liked the light. Are we not true if we say there’s not enough light?
It feels often, especially lately, the bright light is being drowned by dark matter, which could be possible, but not probable.
Fight for light.
January 9, 2026 at 12:22 PM
Above the fire.
I liked the light. Are we not true if we say there’s not enough light?
It feels often, especially lately, the bright light is being drowned by dark matter, which could be possible, but not probable.
Fight for light.
I liked the light. Are we not true if we say there’s not enough light?
It feels often, especially lately, the bright light is being drowned by dark matter, which could be possible, but not probable.
Fight for light.
Arc.
It’s rare for me to take a photo midday, but after a heavy lifting morning, then lunch, I opened up a camp chair to bask outside, with the sun shining brightly, with a coffee and with my cat who came down from his lounge on the second floor porch.
This is the good life I’d have.
It’s rare for me to take a photo midday, but after a heavy lifting morning, then lunch, I opened up a camp chair to bask outside, with the sun shining brightly, with a coffee and with my cat who came down from his lounge on the second floor porch.
This is the good life I’d have.
January 8, 2026 at 12:03 PM
Arc.
It’s rare for me to take a photo midday, but after a heavy lifting morning, then lunch, I opened up a camp chair to bask outside, with the sun shining brightly, with a coffee and with my cat who came down from his lounge on the second floor porch.
This is the good life I’d have.
It’s rare for me to take a photo midday, but after a heavy lifting morning, then lunch, I opened up a camp chair to bask outside, with the sun shining brightly, with a coffee and with my cat who came down from his lounge on the second floor porch.
This is the good life I’d have.
Reposted by Emkaydub
Get it all on record now - get the films - get the witnesses -because somewhere down the road of history some bastard will get up and say that this never happened.
Dwight D. Eisenhower
Dwight D. Eisenhower
January 7, 2026 at 8:35 PM
Get it all on record now - get the films - get the witnesses -because somewhere down the road of history some bastard will get up and say that this never happened.
Dwight D. Eisenhower
Dwight D. Eisenhower
Cherry.
This sweet cherry snapped a couple of years ago over my wood road.
I’ve spent many an hour processing it into reasonably sized pieces of about 16”, and quartered those.
I, for some reason didn’t size this piece until yesterday. Its sweet essence wafted above me as I cut it open.
This sweet cherry snapped a couple of years ago over my wood road.
I’ve spent many an hour processing it into reasonably sized pieces of about 16”, and quartered those.
I, for some reason didn’t size this piece until yesterday. Its sweet essence wafted above me as I cut it open.
January 7, 2026 at 12:27 PM
Cherry.
This sweet cherry snapped a couple of years ago over my wood road.
I’ve spent many an hour processing it into reasonably sized pieces of about 16”, and quartered those.
I, for some reason didn’t size this piece until yesterday. Its sweet essence wafted above me as I cut it open.
This sweet cherry snapped a couple of years ago over my wood road.
I’ve spent many an hour processing it into reasonably sized pieces of about 16”, and quartered those.
I, for some reason didn’t size this piece until yesterday. Its sweet essence wafted above me as I cut it open.
Light Change.
The moon gifted me another opportunity to reexamine this scene. It’s the latter shot I wanted, though still not exactly 100%, but much closer - a 10 second hold.
I literally had to unplug both my red nightlight and clock that cast their light across the room to cancel the red.
The moon gifted me another opportunity to reexamine this scene. It’s the latter shot I wanted, though still not exactly 100%, but much closer - a 10 second hold.
I literally had to unplug both my red nightlight and clock that cast their light across the room to cancel the red.
January 6, 2026 at 12:14 PM
Light Change.
The moon gifted me another opportunity to reexamine this scene. It’s the latter shot I wanted, though still not exactly 100%, but much closer - a 10 second hold.
I literally had to unplug both my red nightlight and clock that cast their light across the room to cancel the red.
The moon gifted me another opportunity to reexamine this scene. It’s the latter shot I wanted, though still not exactly 100%, but much closer - a 10 second hold.
I literally had to unplug both my red nightlight and clock that cast their light across the room to cancel the red.
Sister shot.
A different orientation to the same subjects happens for many reasons. Light, of course, comes to mind first. Sure there’s composition, inclusive of the three portions of the canvas and timing, too.
Timing isn’t about what’s there now as much about if we are ready.
A different orientation to the same subjects happens for many reasons. Light, of course, comes to mind first. Sure there’s composition, inclusive of the three portions of the canvas and timing, too.
Timing isn’t about what’s there now as much about if we are ready.
January 5, 2026 at 12:14 PM
Sister shot.
A different orientation to the same subjects happens for many reasons. Light, of course, comes to mind first. Sure there’s composition, inclusive of the three portions of the canvas and timing, too.
Timing isn’t about what’s there now as much about if we are ready.
A different orientation to the same subjects happens for many reasons. Light, of course, comes to mind first. Sure there’s composition, inclusive of the three portions of the canvas and timing, too.
Timing isn’t about what’s there now as much about if we are ready.
Simmering sunrise.
It wasn’t out there that was simmering as much as in here. The culmination of continued piles of steaming shithead behavior has been pulling me out of balance.
These last few days have also been physically painful with a partial disabling injury.
And too much solitude…
It wasn’t out there that was simmering as much as in here. The culmination of continued piles of steaming shithead behavior has been pulling me out of balance.
These last few days have also been physically painful with a partial disabling injury.
And too much solitude…
January 4, 2026 at 12:44 PM
Simmering sunrise.
It wasn’t out there that was simmering as much as in here. The culmination of continued piles of steaming shithead behavior has been pulling me out of balance.
These last few days have also been physically painful with a partial disabling injury.
And too much solitude…
It wasn’t out there that was simmering as much as in here. The culmination of continued piles of steaming shithead behavior has been pulling me out of balance.
These last few days have also been physically painful with a partial disabling injury.
And too much solitude…
Looking beyond the face, into her arms and her starry eyes.
Yes, the moon has the power of illumination, for doth not she reflect the sun?
She rose but fought me from the onset. In reality, I was unable to reach her where she was.
Being disappointed isn’t the lesson. Repositioning is.
Yes, the moon has the power of illumination, for doth not she reflect the sun?
She rose but fought me from the onset. In reality, I was unable to reach her where she was.
Being disappointed isn’t the lesson. Repositioning is.
January 3, 2026 at 12:16 PM
Looking beyond the face, into her arms and her starry eyes.
Yes, the moon has the power of illumination, for doth not she reflect the sun?
She rose but fought me from the onset. In reality, I was unable to reach her where she was.
Being disappointed isn’t the lesson. Repositioning is.
Yes, the moon has the power of illumination, for doth not she reflect the sun?
She rose but fought me from the onset. In reality, I was unable to reach her where she was.
Being disappointed isn’t the lesson. Repositioning is.
Moonbeams upon the rooftop.
Vortex or wormhole this is not. But can we not be transformed from where we are to some step beyond this temporal world, if not toward progress, at least away from regression?
Vortex or wormhole this is not. But can we not be transformed from where we are to some step beyond this temporal world, if not toward progress, at least away from regression?
January 2, 2026 at 12:31 PM
Moonbeams upon the rooftop.
Vortex or wormhole this is not. But can we not be transformed from where we are to some step beyond this temporal world, if not toward progress, at least away from regression?
Vortex or wormhole this is not. But can we not be transformed from where we are to some step beyond this temporal world, if not toward progress, at least away from regression?
Up the side.
Hard cut wood provides my lasting heat, but as beautiful as I find the wood, its scent, grain and the process, as much as the end result, in the end it comes down and is reduced to ash.
Beauty wasn’t meant to last forever… yet the concept will.
Hard cut wood provides my lasting heat, but as beautiful as I find the wood, its scent, grain and the process, as much as the end result, in the end it comes down and is reduced to ash.
Beauty wasn’t meant to last forever… yet the concept will.
January 1, 2026 at 12:19 PM
Up the side.
Hard cut wood provides my lasting heat, but as beautiful as I find the wood, its scent, grain and the process, as much as the end result, in the end it comes down and is reduced to ash.
Beauty wasn’t meant to last forever… yet the concept will.
Hard cut wood provides my lasting heat, but as beautiful as I find the wood, its scent, grain and the process, as much as the end result, in the end it comes down and is reduced to ash.
Beauty wasn’t meant to last forever… yet the concept will.
Peeking stars.
Filling our days to just get by is something we’ve committed to. The chores, the errands, the minutiae.
But at night’s end, it’s such a privilege to walk out and expose our unburdened selves to the vastness of things which we are but a small part… and to connect with it.
Filling our days to just get by is something we’ve committed to. The chores, the errands, the minutiae.
But at night’s end, it’s such a privilege to walk out and expose our unburdened selves to the vastness of things which we are but a small part… and to connect with it.
December 31, 2025 at 12:11 PM
Peeking stars.
Filling our days to just get by is something we’ve committed to. The chores, the errands, the minutiae.
But at night’s end, it’s such a privilege to walk out and expose our unburdened selves to the vastness of things which we are but a small part… and to connect with it.
Filling our days to just get by is something we’ve committed to. The chores, the errands, the minutiae.
But at night’s end, it’s such a privilege to walk out and expose our unburdened selves to the vastness of things which we are but a small part… and to connect with it.
Crisp cold night.
The wind blew with a bitter ferocity but I’ve missed these stars and this swayback roofline older than all of us. I went out anyway and sought to connect with the where I needed.
It’s good to be home amongst these stars in this setting.
The wind blew with a bitter ferocity but I’ve missed these stars and this swayback roofline older than all of us. I went out anyway and sought to connect with the where I needed.
It’s good to be home amongst these stars in this setting.
December 30, 2025 at 11:34 AM
Crisp cold night.
The wind blew with a bitter ferocity but I’ve missed these stars and this swayback roofline older than all of us. I went out anyway and sought to connect with the where I needed.
It’s good to be home amongst these stars in this setting.
The wind blew with a bitter ferocity but I’ve missed these stars and this swayback roofline older than all of us. I went out anyway and sought to connect with the where I needed.
It’s good to be home amongst these stars in this setting.
Super colossal table snow pattern.
When I notice something right away, I’m happiest to connect with that moment. It’s not that I can’t come back or get around to it, but that moment is only just like that - exactly like that, in that now. I taken notice. I stop going and pause for that time.
When I notice something right away, I’m happiest to connect with that moment. It’s not that I can’t come back or get around to it, but that moment is only just like that - exactly like that, in that now. I taken notice. I stop going and pause for that time.
December 29, 2025 at 12:11 PM
Super colossal table snow pattern.
When I notice something right away, I’m happiest to connect with that moment. It’s not that I can’t come back or get around to it, but that moment is only just like that - exactly like that, in that now. I taken notice. I stop going and pause for that time.
When I notice something right away, I’m happiest to connect with that moment. It’s not that I can’t come back or get around to it, but that moment is only just like that - exactly like that, in that now. I taken notice. I stop going and pause for that time.
Eternal fire.
It never stopped evolving, starting no more than an ember on a burnt out, log, evolving at each look even if we are self-possessed through fucia, yellow, amber, a combined violet and yellow to this before lighting up the west.
Then, above the burnt clouding, gray: nothing.
It never stopped evolving, starting no more than an ember on a burnt out, log, evolving at each look even if we are self-possessed through fucia, yellow, amber, a combined violet and yellow to this before lighting up the west.
Then, above the burnt clouding, gray: nothing.
December 27, 2025 at 12:25 PM
Eternal fire.
It never stopped evolving, starting no more than an ember on a burnt out, log, evolving at each look even if we are self-possessed through fucia, yellow, amber, a combined violet and yellow to this before lighting up the west.
Then, above the burnt clouding, gray: nothing.
It never stopped evolving, starting no more than an ember on a burnt out, log, evolving at each look even if we are self-possessed through fucia, yellow, amber, a combined violet and yellow to this before lighting up the west.
Then, above the burnt clouding, gray: nothing.
Lights.
Coming down from the day, looking up into the night, the waver was still in my heart, but not entirely as I’d have it.
I stepped out back, and looked around and around earnestly looking for reattachment. I settled for this as a car came around the pond and sent me scurrying like a rat.
Coming down from the day, looking up into the night, the waver was still in my heart, but not entirely as I’d have it.
I stepped out back, and looked around and around earnestly looking for reattachment. I settled for this as a car came around the pond and sent me scurrying like a rat.
December 26, 2025 at 12:20 PM
Lights.
Coming down from the day, looking up into the night, the waver was still in my heart, but not entirely as I’d have it.
I stepped out back, and looked around and around earnestly looking for reattachment. I settled for this as a car came around the pond and sent me scurrying like a rat.
Coming down from the day, looking up into the night, the waver was still in my heart, but not entirely as I’d have it.
I stepped out back, and looked around and around earnestly looking for reattachment. I settled for this as a car came around the pond and sent me scurrying like a rat.
Enlightening Christmas Eve morning.
The obsession with the parallels of light and the correlation to clarity of thought are unmistakably obvious.
It’s not just for seeing the path, but also the road to understanding.
My grandmother’s rocker often provides the resting place for receiving.
The obsession with the parallels of light and the correlation to clarity of thought are unmistakably obvious.
It’s not just for seeing the path, but also the road to understanding.
My grandmother’s rocker often provides the resting place for receiving.
December 25, 2025 at 1:14 PM
Enlightening Christmas Eve morning.
The obsession with the parallels of light and the correlation to clarity of thought are unmistakably obvious.
It’s not just for seeing the path, but also the road to understanding.
My grandmother’s rocker often provides the resting place for receiving.
The obsession with the parallels of light and the correlation to clarity of thought are unmistakably obvious.
It’s not just for seeing the path, but also the road to understanding.
My grandmother’s rocker often provides the resting place for receiving.
Shifting clouds.
I had been out and had come home later than I had planned. I needed to focus - to be present.
The clouds were moving fast and I could hear the wind picking up in the trees. I looked up, waiting to see the universe.
The clouds shifted and this revealed this.
Patience.
I had been out and had come home later than I had planned. I needed to focus - to be present.
The clouds were moving fast and I could hear the wind picking up in the trees. I looked up, waiting to see the universe.
The clouds shifted and this revealed this.
Patience.
December 24, 2025 at 12:17 PM
Shifting clouds.
I had been out and had come home later than I had planned. I needed to focus - to be present.
The clouds were moving fast and I could hear the wind picking up in the trees. I looked up, waiting to see the universe.
The clouds shifted and this revealed this.
Patience.
I had been out and had come home later than I had planned. I needed to focus - to be present.
The clouds were moving fast and I could hear the wind picking up in the trees. I looked up, waiting to see the universe.
The clouds shifted and this revealed this.
Patience.
Frosty start.
I faced a cold reality: the light was strong, but it hadn’t made the way clear quite yet, even though, with years of wisdom behind me, I had prepared for such occurrences yesterday by facing the sun directly, where I knew it would shine most effectively… at least for this.
I faced a cold reality: the light was strong, but it hadn’t made the way clear quite yet, even though, with years of wisdom behind me, I had prepared for such occurrences yesterday by facing the sun directly, where I knew it would shine most effectively… at least for this.
December 23, 2025 at 12:26 PM
Frosty start.
I faced a cold reality: the light was strong, but it hadn’t made the way clear quite yet, even though, with years of wisdom behind me, I had prepared for such occurrences yesterday by facing the sun directly, where I knew it would shine most effectively… at least for this.
I faced a cold reality: the light was strong, but it hadn’t made the way clear quite yet, even though, with years of wisdom behind me, I had prepared for such occurrences yesterday by facing the sun directly, where I knew it would shine most effectively… at least for this.
Eastern light.
Before I knew it was the Ursids meteor shower I stepped out back to unplug the Christmas lights. I looked up and behold, a streak passed before my eyes.
It doesn’t take much to see the light, but it does take presence.
Before I knew it was the Ursids meteor shower I stepped out back to unplug the Christmas lights. I looked up and behold, a streak passed before my eyes.
It doesn’t take much to see the light, but it does take presence.
December 22, 2025 at 12:28 PM
Eastern light.
Before I knew it was the Ursids meteor shower I stepped out back to unplug the Christmas lights. I looked up and behold, a streak passed before my eyes.
It doesn’t take much to see the light, but it does take presence.
Before I knew it was the Ursids meteor shower I stepped out back to unplug the Christmas lights. I looked up and behold, a streak passed before my eyes.
It doesn’t take much to see the light, but it does take presence.
Quiet start.
The current view is more dramatic and full of varied colors but needs all that?
Simplicity. Straight forward. Strength. Silence. And subtlety.
A start.
The current view is more dramatic and full of varied colors but needs all that?
Simplicity. Straight forward. Strength. Silence. And subtlety.
A start.
December 21, 2025 at 12:27 PM
Quiet start.
The current view is more dramatic and full of varied colors but needs all that?
Simplicity. Straight forward. Strength. Silence. And subtlety.
A start.
The current view is more dramatic and full of varied colors but needs all that?
Simplicity. Straight forward. Strength. Silence. And subtlety.
A start.
Dichotomy of ages.
Most people, when they look they ask “how old is it?”
I say “about four billion years.”
“No,” they say, “the building.”
“Oh, that’s pre-civil war: circa 1850.”
Most people, when they look they ask “how old is it?”
I say “about four billion years.”
“No,” they say, “the building.”
“Oh, that’s pre-civil war: circa 1850.”
December 20, 2025 at 12:18 PM
Dichotomy of ages.
Most people, when they look they ask “how old is it?”
I say “about four billion years.”
“No,” they say, “the building.”
“Oh, that’s pre-civil war: circa 1850.”
Most people, when they look they ask “how old is it?”
I say “about four billion years.”
“No,” they say, “the building.”
“Oh, that’s pre-civil war: circa 1850.”
Blue and Gray.
It’s not really what most think of when they hear of the blue and gray but in this area, maybe it is…. Maybe it’s the fight still going on in such plain view we no longer see it.
It’s not really what most think of when they hear of the blue and gray but in this area, maybe it is…. Maybe it’s the fight still going on in such plain view we no longer see it.
December 19, 2025 at 12:12 PM
Blue and Gray.
It’s not really what most think of when they hear of the blue and gray but in this area, maybe it is…. Maybe it’s the fight still going on in such plain view we no longer see it.
It’s not really what most think of when they hear of the blue and gray but in this area, maybe it is…. Maybe it’s the fight still going on in such plain view we no longer see it.
Star alignment.
When the moon is nowhere to be found, the stars guide us even when they seem to fall “in line.”
This seems like manipulation to me. That doesn’t make it true or it. That’s just my feeling.
When the moon is nowhere to be found, the stars guide us even when they seem to fall “in line.”
This seems like manipulation to me. That doesn’t make it true or it. That’s just my feeling.
December 18, 2025 at 12:06 PM
Star alignment.
When the moon is nowhere to be found, the stars guide us even when they seem to fall “in line.”
This seems like manipulation to me. That doesn’t make it true or it. That’s just my feeling.
When the moon is nowhere to be found, the stars guide us even when they seem to fall “in line.”
This seems like manipulation to me. That doesn’t make it true or it. That’s just my feeling.
Space convoy.
I got a call while this was happening - then this video.
Starlame’s adding more trash to the celestial, most likely.
The interest in space pollution is minor though the problem is in every space movie ever made: just leave your trash because it’s too expensive to leave no trace.
I got a call while this was happening - then this video.
Starlame’s adding more trash to the celestial, most likely.
The interest in space pollution is minor though the problem is in every space movie ever made: just leave your trash because it’s too expensive to leave no trace.
December 17, 2025 at 12:07 PM
Space convoy.
I got a call while this was happening - then this video.
Starlame’s adding more trash to the celestial, most likely.
The interest in space pollution is minor though the problem is in every space movie ever made: just leave your trash because it’s too expensive to leave no trace.
I got a call while this was happening - then this video.
Starlame’s adding more trash to the celestial, most likely.
The interest in space pollution is minor though the problem is in every space movie ever made: just leave your trash because it’s too expensive to leave no trace.