J Devin
@jdevinrodgers.bsky.social
All in all you’re just another Duck on the Wall.
March 27, 2025 at 4:36 AM
All in all you’re just another Duck on the Wall.
Good morning San Francisco!
March 21, 2025 at 2:58 PM
Good morning San Francisco!
“It is an odd thing, but everyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco. It must be a delightful city and possess all the attraction of the next world.” Oscar Wilde
March 9, 2025 at 4:24 PM
“It is an odd thing, but everyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco. It must be a delightful city and possess all the attraction of the next world.” Oscar Wilde
Pacifica, California
January 28, 2025 at 6:39 AM
Pacifica, California
Hello old friend! Back to playing with the San Francisco Freedom Band!
January 22, 2025 at 6:04 AM
Hello old friend! Back to playing with the San Francisco Freedom Band!
Good morning ocean!
January 22, 2025 at 3:09 AM
Good morning ocean!
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity. - John Muir
November 17, 2024 at 3:19 PM
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity. - John Muir
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. - Robert Frost
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. - Robert Frost
November 14, 2024 at 2:56 AM
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. - Robert Frost
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. - Robert Frost
“When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.”- John Muir
November 14, 2024 at 1:16 AM
“When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.”- John Muir
Under blue sky, where tall trees grow,
The soft winds of summer stir and flow.
Leaves tremble lightly in the breeze,
As sunlight filters through the trees.
-Rachel Field
The soft winds of summer stir and flow.
Leaves tremble lightly in the breeze,
As sunlight filters through the trees.
-Rachel Field
November 14, 2024 at 12:39 AM
Under blue sky, where tall trees grow,
The soft winds of summer stir and flow.
Leaves tremble lightly in the breeze,
As sunlight filters through the trees.
-Rachel Field
The soft winds of summer stir and flow.
Leaves tremble lightly in the breeze,
As sunlight filters through the trees.
-Rachel Field