JoeShotsPhotos
@blindmickey.bsky.social
Husband, father, photographer. A concerned citizen who loves my country and its Constitution, I worry about the harm caused by short-sightedness and misinformation, I believe in basic human rights, the importance of kindness, and the value of truth.
Tattoos and light. So people, whats nude with you?
November 27, 2025 at 11:01 AM
Tattoos and light. So people, whats nude with you?
The miseducation of Anna
November 27, 2025 at 10:55 AM
The miseducation of Anna
A cool breeze on a warm July morning.
November 27, 2025 at 10:54 AM
A cool breeze on a warm July morning.
Long legs and reds lips…
November 7, 2025 at 9:54 AM
Long legs and reds lips…
It’s never to late to become what you once wished you could be…
November 3, 2025 at 3:31 AM
It’s never to late to become what you once wished you could be…
Thoroughbreds carry the hearts of giants, every tendon and every breath charged with courage. On the track they fight not just with speed, but with unyielding spirit, pushing past fatigue, fear, and finish lines to win. Not my photo. I just love it.
October 14, 2025 at 1:51 AM
Thoroughbreds carry the hearts of giants, every tendon and every breath charged with courage. On the track they fight not just with speed, but with unyielding spirit, pushing past fatigue, fear, and finish lines to win. Not my photo. I just love it.
Green is envy, a burn in your chest, a want you don’t admit
She’s comfort, soft summer grass under bare feet
Green is sexy, dangerous like a smirk in a dark room, sharp like a switchblade
She is all things good, clean as first rain,
decent like truth, and bold enough to bloom anyway.
She’s comfort, soft summer grass under bare feet
Green is sexy, dangerous like a smirk in a dark room, sharp like a switchblade
She is all things good, clean as first rain,
decent like truth, and bold enough to bloom anyway.
October 9, 2025 at 2:59 AM
Green is envy, a burn in your chest, a want you don’t admit
She’s comfort, soft summer grass under bare feet
Green is sexy, dangerous like a smirk in a dark room, sharp like a switchblade
She is all things good, clean as first rain,
decent like truth, and bold enough to bloom anyway.
She’s comfort, soft summer grass under bare feet
Green is sexy, dangerous like a smirk in a dark room, sharp like a switchblade
She is all things good, clean as first rain,
decent like truth, and bold enough to bloom anyway.
"Pitching is the art of instilling fear."
— Sandy Koufax -
There is a special kind of toughness it takes to be a pitcher. So proud of my guy.
— Sandy Koufax -
There is a special kind of toughness it takes to be a pitcher. So proud of my guy.
October 9, 2025 at 2:26 AM
"Pitching is the art of instilling fear."
— Sandy Koufax -
There is a special kind of toughness it takes to be a pitcher. So proud of my guy.
— Sandy Koufax -
There is a special kind of toughness it takes to be a pitcher. So proud of my guy.
September 6, 2025 at 6:38 AM
I smell sex and candy…
September 6, 2025 at 6:28 AM
I smell sex and candy…
The Big Yellow Mack
May 26, 2025 at 9:33 PM
The Big Yellow Mack
Welcome to MAGA’s America. This is not what our veterans gave their lives blood for.
May 26, 2025 at 9:34 AM
Welcome to MAGA’s America. This is not what our veterans gave their lives blood for.
Check out Alexidare on Instagram. She don’t sparkle, baby—she blaze, and the stars just try to keep up!
May 26, 2025 at 9:00 AM
Check out Alexidare on Instagram. She don’t sparkle, baby—she blaze, and the stars just try to keep up!
She wore her grandmother’s Sunday hat like a crown, and moved with a kind of borrowed grace, calling Rita Hayworth down from the heavens with every shift of her limbs. “I like old things and places,” she said, almost to herself. I smiled at her. “Yes,” I said. “Me too.”
May 26, 2025 at 8:42 AM
She wore her grandmother’s Sunday hat like a crown, and moved with a kind of borrowed grace, calling Rita Hayworth down from the heavens with every shift of her limbs. “I like old things and places,” she said, almost to herself. I smiled at her. “Yes,” I said. “Me too.”
@moderation.bsky.app The distance between where you are and where you want to be is as close as the decisions you make or as far away as the actions you never take....
May 26, 2025 at 8:32 AM
@moderation.bsky.app The distance between where you are and where you want to be is as close as the decisions you make or as far away as the actions you never take....