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Betsy Phillips
@betsyphillips.bsky.social
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A loud-mouth on the internet.
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This is the window through which either David Crockett will heckle me or Andrew Jackson will kidnap me.
A very tall old arched window.
November 10, 2025 at 10:09 PM
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The room I’m speaking in this evening has this ceiling!!!!!!
An ecru and blue ceiling that looks like Andrew Jackson looked at it.
November 10, 2025 at 10:07 PM
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The 8th & Roast remodel is sexy as hell. The ambiance is making me feel like I’m in a movie. @pbn.bsky.social, please do a location event where we all wear trench coats and fedoras and look furtively at each other.
A coffee shop with hella cozy ambiance.
October 25, 2025 at 6:55 PM
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I’m the luckiest person.
A black binder with all the facts I’ll need to be a commissioner.
October 21, 2025 at 12:52 AM
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Famous author, Steve Haruch, is talking to famous author, David Dark!
An impeccably dressed man in glasses listens to a university professor also in glasses
October 19, 2025 at 7:01 PM
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My favorite sign today.
A cardboard sign that says Trump is stuffed into a garbage can.
October 18, 2025 at 8:24 PM
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Look who finally showed up in time for the Southern Festival of Books!
A copy of David Dark’s EVERYDAY APOCALYPSE sitting in front of the cursed painting he insisted I borrow so that I could, indeed, be cursed by it.
October 17, 2025 at 3:02 PM
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Remember the other day when my phone wouldn’t recognize me because it was covered in sparkly mica powder?

Good thing that was the last annoying whimsical thing to happen.
A black dress with purple and gold sparkly powder spilled across it and not noticed until I was already out of the house.
October 16, 2025 at 1:26 PM
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Me and my nemesis.
Me and the scariest stairs in town, now that they don’t let you use the ones in Fisk Chapel.
October 11, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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See the middle name.
The copies of this old book set aside, but never delivered.
October 9, 2025 at 4:01 PM
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Hello, darkness, my old friend.
Some other the scariest stairs in Nashville. Between each riser, you can see the glint of the serial killer’s machete. And at the top? Is that a demon in the darkness?
September 26, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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Here I am, waiting for democracy!
A white half wall separating me from the metro council.
September 16, 2025 at 11:26 PM
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I’m squaring this circle with vibes and bad math.
A colorful crocheted circle blanket I’m trying to make into a square by just adding corners and praying.
September 16, 2025 at 1:50 AM
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Some poor fool has tried to kill off all the prickly pear in this cemetery. I should leave a note explaining that the only way to get rid of it is to will it to live.
Countless baby prickly pears in the shade of a cemetery cedar.
September 12, 2025 at 7:40 PM
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Here’s the top:
Stone bird shapes with carved wings.
September 12, 2025 at 3:27 PM
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You want to see something that no one in the art world knows exists?
One of Edmondson’s stacked stone headstones with two (of three) birds on top. They are missing their heads.
September 12, 2025 at 3:26 PM
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These are some of William’s birds that Fuller photographed.
A stone bird with a down-turned tail. Two more stone birds with downturned tails, these with the suggestions of wings.
September 12, 2025 at 3:24 PM
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A thing I’ve failed to appreciate, since most of the Edmonsons I’ve seen have had their top parts pillaged, is how those top parts make them easy to spot.
An old graveyard.
September 12, 2025 at 3:18 PM
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I left my favorite Edmondson catalog in my parents’ car and so I’m off on this adventure with blech Edmund Fuller.
My orange purse and a copy of Edmund Fuller’s VISIONS IN STONE.
September 12, 2025 at 1:20 PM
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There were Browns in the cemetery. There were Johnsons. And just when I was like “is this some alternate universe cemetery where Elliam Widmondson carved headstones?” Whose grave did I find?
The grave of Robert Edmondson, whoever the fuck that is.
September 6, 2025 at 9:13 PM
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Let’s have some bubble-ish letters.
A headstone with lettering similar to but not identical to Edmondson’s.
September 6, 2025 at 9:09 PM
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I’m just saying: there are three grandpas in this picture. How’s a kid supposed to keep them all straight?
From left to right: my niece-in-law, my nephew, my great nephew, my sister-in-law, my brother, my nephew, my mom, my niece, my dad, my brother, me, my niece, my sister-in-law.
August 31, 2025 at 1:51 AM
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The squirrels in Hermitage are so big!
My large, adult nephew—the size of a black bear—is in my parents’ front tree.
August 30, 2025 at 11:18 PM
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Dog trauma.
A smallish medium sized brown and white dog stares off into the middle distance, with a face that shows he has seen some horrors.
August 30, 2025 at 2:23 PM
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Can you find the cat in this picture?
A patio with flower boxes on the railing. If you look near the flower box, you’ll see a little black and white cat napping.
August 17, 2025 at 6:30 PM