Chris B
@chrisprobably.bsky.social
I think, I worry, I love nature. I worked as a physicist long ago, now I write code for a living. I write fiction, or aspire to.
It was absolutely original and marvelous. Original music, and a story of strange compassion for the ghosts who cannot let go.
February 22, 2025 at 5:29 AM
It was absolutely original and marvelous. Original music, and a story of strange compassion for the ghosts who cannot let go.
A proud moment: I am here for the first performance of My Friend Grim, a musical written and composed by my child Leo. They have an amazing talent and I am beyond impressed they brought this all the way from inspiration to reality.
February 22, 2025 at 2:55 AM
A proud moment: I am here for the first performance of My Friend Grim, a musical written and composed by my child Leo. They have an amazing talent and I am beyond impressed they brought this all the way from inspiration to reality.
Happy Valentines Day! Here's a strawberry for you, whereever you are in the world.
February 14, 2025 at 6:02 PM
Happy Valentines Day! Here's a strawberry for you, whereever you are in the world.
Good morning BlueSky. I've been busy and tired as it feels that so much is crumbling. Here is a bit of summer for you,and a huge hollow log that children play inside.
February 11, 2025 at 4:06 PM
Good morning BlueSky. I've been busy and tired as it feels that so much is crumbling. Here is a bit of summer for you,and a huge hollow log that children play inside.
Great blue herons perched high in a winter tree. They look something like the chrysalises of some enormous caterpillars that metamorphose into pterodactyls...
February 9, 2025 at 10:36 PM
Great blue herons perched high in a winter tree. They look something like the chrysalises of some enormous caterpillars that metamorphose into pterodactyls...
Ancient rocks from a summer long ago. These were part of an archipelago before North America was a thing, and now they crown a mountain range. They're granite, but so old that they crumble to a fine gravel at a touch.
February 9, 2025 at 7:59 PM
Ancient rocks from a summer long ago. These were part of an archipelago before North America was a thing, and now they crown a mountain range. They're granite, but so old that they crumble to a fine gravel at a touch.
Mokey always liked the snow. The world transformed overnight and she rolls with it, delighted and never surprised, she accepts the world as it is in this moment.
February 9, 2025 at 7:31 PM
Mokey always liked the snow. The world transformed overnight and she rolls with it, delighted and never surprised, she accepts the world as it is in this moment.
Be of good cheer. We are far from the first people to face dark and uncertain times. Our ancestors got past them, and so can we. That which is good and beautiful can endure.
February 8, 2025 at 6:53 PM
Be of good cheer. We are far from the first people to face dark and uncertain times. Our ancestors got past them, and so can we. That which is good and beautiful can endure.
Another spray of winter snow on the old maple. I've never decorated any tree so well as this one is.
February 8, 2025 at 4:38 PM
Another spray of winter snow on the old maple. I've never decorated any tree so well as this one is.
And Elon said unto them
Consider the lillies of the field: they reap not normally do they sow. Inefficient deadbeats. I'm feeding the lot of them into a wood chipper and replacing all flowers with AI generated images. Massive efficiency gain.
Consider the lillies of the field: they reap not normally do they sow. Inefficient deadbeats. I'm feeding the lot of them into a wood chipper and replacing all flowers with AI generated images. Massive efficiency gain.
February 6, 2025 at 6:05 PM
And Elon said unto them
Consider the lillies of the field: they reap not normally do they sow. Inefficient deadbeats. I'm feeding the lot of them into a wood chipper and replacing all flowers with AI generated images. Massive efficiency gain.
Consider the lillies of the field: they reap not normally do they sow. Inefficient deadbeats. I'm feeding the lot of them into a wood chipper and replacing all flowers with AI generated images. Massive efficiency gain.
The same tree now weighed down under heavy snow. The bent branches are quite beautiful but sometimes they break off entirely. Thus nature prunes, in its way.
February 6, 2025 at 5:45 PM
The same tree now weighed down under heavy snow. The bent branches are quite beautiful but sometimes they break off entirely. Thus nature prunes, in its way.
Today snow falls thick and fast, weighing down and even cracking branches. It feels like proper winter at last
February 6, 2025 at 3:48 PM
Today snow falls thick and fast, weighing down and even cracking branches. It feels like proper winter at last
A little snow, a day ago, frosted the trees i know...
February 6, 2025 at 2:01 PM
A little snow, a day ago, frosted the trees i know...
Snow last night turned the world to white beauty that will last just a few hours. No matter how briefly it lasts this always brings me joy.
February 4, 2025 at 6:01 PM
Snow last night turned the world to white beauty that will last just a few hours. No matter how briefly it lasts this always brings me joy.
Our first light dusting of snow this winter! It was too warm and then too dry, we hadn't got any so far. Some years we get none at all. I'm glad of it, snow always makes me happy.
February 2, 2025 at 5:52 PM
Our first light dusting of snow this winter! It was too warm and then too dry, we hadn't got any so far. Some years we get none at all. I'm glad of it, snow always makes me happy.
It's a lovely cold rainy day at last. It's been dry for too long, the ground wants to be soaked this time of year. I have always loved the rain.
January 31, 2025 at 9:50 PM
It's a lovely cold rainy day at last. It's been dry for too long, the ground wants to be soaked this time of year. I have always loved the rain.
Here is a lake nearby me, surrounded by brown brush and grass this time of year. If every mirror is a portal then it holds another sky... the great herons know the truth of it.
January 29, 2025 at 4:53 PM
Here is a lake nearby me, surrounded by brown brush and grass this time of year. If every mirror is a portal then it holds another sky... the great herons know the truth of it.
A tiny creek winds among the frost. A little boy nearby, I'm told, knows every water insect, frog and crayfish living there. There was a time when I spent days and hours peering into other streams, but I never knew every single creature.
January 27, 2025 at 7:07 AM
A tiny creek winds among the frost. A little boy nearby, I'm told, knows every water insect, frog and crayfish living there. There was a time when I spent days and hours peering into other streams, but I never knew every single creature.
I walked today through hidden woods with a man so gentle that his spirit shone clean through his face. We talked through the terrors of our time, but he and his wife are such old spirits that the undercurrent of all they do is quiet joy.
January 26, 2025 at 2:35 AM
I walked today through hidden woods with a man so gentle that his spirit shone clean through his face. We talked through the terrors of our time, but he and his wife are such old spirits that the undercurrent of all they do is quiet joy.
Horoscopes will never become really accurate until around 2950, when experimental astrologers are able to test, by moving the planets around, whether or not Neptune being in Pisces makes it a good day to have a salad.
January 23, 2025 at 9:11 PM
Horoscopes will never become really accurate until around 2950, when experimental astrologers are able to test, by moving the planets around, whether or not Neptune being in Pisces makes it a good day to have a salad.
My dog has always been a rock climber. She must not have been brought up properly, since no one ever explained to her that dogs can't do this.
January 18, 2025 at 7:54 PM
My dog has always been a rock climber. She must not have been brought up properly, since no one ever explained to her that dogs can't do this.
You have to listen closely for the music, but it's there I think.
January 17, 2025 at 5:44 PM
You have to listen closely for the music, but it's there I think.
A cold fog is creeping in, and all the world turns to wonder.
January 16, 2025 at 12:43 AM
A cold fog is creeping in, and all the world turns to wonder.
A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish pride he often pleases
By giving people strange diseases.
Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?
You probably contain a germ.
-- Ogden Nash
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish pride he often pleases
By giving people strange diseases.
Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?
You probably contain a germ.
-- Ogden Nash
January 10, 2025 at 7:18 AM
A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish pride he often pleases
By giving people strange diseases.
Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?
You probably contain a germ.
-- Ogden Nash
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish pride he often pleases
By giving people strange diseases.
Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?
You probably contain a germ.
-- Ogden Nash
Dawn in purple-red light from some other planet, one of the brief moments when the veil between the worlds grows thin.
January 8, 2025 at 2:07 PM
Dawn in purple-red light from some other planet, one of the brief moments when the veil between the worlds grows thin.