Michael Farris
@accidental-elder.bsky.social
I enjoy the company of those engaged in their own soul, its strengths and shortcomings; the honest, the humble and those struggling with their own arrogance.
https://michaelwfarris.info/
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The path went on. It twisted. Strange places. Familiar faces. I passed the stones. The dead wants. The should-have-beens. I walked on. It had been a long walk. The midday heat. It had been good then. Now. The sun rising. The sun setting. That was enough.
December 24, 2024 at 1:00 PM
The path went on. It twisted. Strange places. Familiar faces. I passed the stones. The dead wants. The should-have-beens. I walked on. It had been a long walk. The midday heat. It had been good then. Now. The sun rising. The sun setting. That was enough.
Retired sunflowers
petals lay and stems withdrawn
death whispers hello
petals lay and stems withdrawn
death whispers hello
December 13, 2024 at 11:55 AM
Retired sunflowers
petals lay and stems withdrawn
death whispers hello
petals lay and stems withdrawn
death whispers hello
Tree
The tree had grown
it's fifty-odd years.
A wind had severed its limbs,
cutting half its life away.
Now it stood, not with dignity,
but with the certainty,
that it belonged.
The tree had grown
it's fifty-odd years.
A wind had severed its limbs,
cutting half its life away.
Now it stood, not with dignity,
but with the certainty,
that it belonged.
December 6, 2024 at 1:28 PM
Tree
The tree had grown
it's fifty-odd years.
A wind had severed its limbs,
cutting half its life away.
Now it stood, not with dignity,
but with the certainty,
that it belonged.
The tree had grown
it's fifty-odd years.
A wind had severed its limbs,
cutting half its life away.
Now it stood, not with dignity,
but with the certainty,
that it belonged.
Born from roots in the mud.
November 28, 2024 at 11:10 AM
Born from roots in the mud.
Zion National Park
November 27, 2024 at 2:57 PM
Zion National Park