Kiara Winter
@mymossyheart.bsky.social
🌱PNW writer, photographer, Forest lover and sensitive creature (she/her)
🌿 Offering guided Forest experience with embodied portrait session
🐛 Connecting with ourselves & Nature
📍Snoqualmie land (Issaquah, Washington)
📕 Books closed
🌿 Offering guided Forest experience with embodied portrait session
🐛 Connecting with ourselves & Nature
📍Snoqualmie land (Issaquah, Washington)
📕 Books closed
Pinned
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Yearning for that moss against my skin again.
📸 @mymossyheart.bsky.social
📸 @mymossyheart.bsky.social
March 28, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Yearning for that moss against my skin again.
📸 @mymossyheart.bsky.social
📸 @mymossyheart.bsky.social
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For your consideration: Tiny shiny Aenasius encyrtid nugget wasp in her grooming routine. Just the cutest little metal machine ❤️
Like it's funny: it's a cute look for a beetle, but it's ridiculous that this shape is a wasp. The diversity of wasps is endlessly delightful.
Like it's funny: it's a cute look for a beetle, but it's ridiculous that this shape is a wasp. The diversity of wasps is endlessly delightful.
March 28, 2025 at 4:05 AM
For your consideration: Tiny shiny Aenasius encyrtid nugget wasp in her grooming routine. Just the cutest little metal machine ❤️
Like it's funny: it's a cute look for a beetle, but it's ridiculous that this shape is a wasp. The diversity of wasps is endlessly delightful.
Like it's funny: it's a cute look for a beetle, but it's ridiculous that this shape is a wasp. The diversity of wasps is endlessly delightful.
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Model - soft.baked on IG
March 27, 2025 at 7:05 PM
Model - soft.baked on IG
Pregnancy is magic. Need to do more of these 💚
March 26, 2025 at 5:42 PM
Pregnancy is magic. Need to do more of these 💚
Limited number of spots open for spring bookings 💚
March 5, 2025 at 6:13 PM
Limited number of spots open for spring bookings 💚
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As every shooting pain and stinging ache and exhaustion line accelerate in my body, I am smothered. Confined. I can’t hold the words. I don’t have the energy. My rage unfurls and spills and sucks and crashes again.
Suffering in motion. Cracked raw.
Over and over again.
📸by @fridg3art.bsky.social
Suffering in motion. Cracked raw.
Over and over again.
📸by @fridg3art.bsky.social
February 6, 2025 at 11:27 PM
As every shooting pain and stinging ache and exhaustion line accelerate in my body, I am smothered. Confined. I can’t hold the words. I don’t have the energy. My rage unfurls and spills and sucks and crashes again.
Suffering in motion. Cracked raw.
Over and over again.
📸by @fridg3art.bsky.social
Suffering in motion. Cracked raw.
Over and over again.
📸by @fridg3art.bsky.social
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I’m bout to go crazy I need to go be naked in the woods again.
#nudeart #moss
Photos by @mymossyheart.bsky.social
#nudeart #moss
Photos by @mymossyheart.bsky.social
January 31, 2025 at 5:21 PM
I’m bout to go crazy I need to go be naked in the woods again.
#nudeart #moss
Photos by @mymossyheart.bsky.social
#nudeart #moss
Photos by @mymossyheart.bsky.social
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Hi all! Just starting out here on Bluesky after migrating from Instagram. I'm a trans woman and photoshoot model interested in exploring themes of Otherness, queerness and disability through my art, often through the lens of folklore.
#trans #transmodel #photoshootmodeling #folklore
#trans #transmodel #photoshootmodeling #folklore
January 13, 2025 at 11:05 PM
Hi all! Just starting out here on Bluesky after migrating from Instagram. I'm a trans woman and photoshoot model interested in exploring themes of Otherness, queerness and disability through my art, often through the lens of folklore.
#trans #transmodel #photoshootmodeling #folklore
#trans #transmodel #photoshootmodeling #folklore
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It’s scary to watch things fall apart, but it also makes me to want to create art to remember/replace/express what’s been lost.
January 9, 2025 at 12:24 PM
It’s scary to watch things fall apart, but it also makes me to want to create art to remember/replace/express what’s been lost.
I’m so grateful I found therapists who don’t try to pathologize, minimize, or prescribe away my grief over the state of the world.
January 9, 2025 at 7:20 PM
I’m so grateful I found therapists who don’t try to pathologize, minimize, or prescribe away my grief over the state of the world.
I am sick to my fucking stomach, so tired of watching the world burn. Is our species finale on the horizon? The suffering humans are capable of inflicting on one another eviscerates me.
January 9, 2025 at 5:49 PM
I am sick to my fucking stomach, so tired of watching the world burn. Is our species finale on the horizon? The suffering humans are capable of inflicting on one another eviscerates me.
The sun stained blood red
Scenes from the apocalypse
Hope reduced to ash
#micropoetry #poem #haiku #poetry #blueskypoetry #LAfires
Scenes from the apocalypse
Hope reduced to ash
#micropoetry #poem #haiku #poetry #blueskypoetry #LAfires
January 9, 2025 at 5:12 PM
The sun stained blood red
Scenes from the apocalypse
Hope reduced to ash
#micropoetry #poem #haiku #poetry #blueskypoetry #LAfires
Scenes from the apocalypse
Hope reduced to ash
#micropoetry #poem #haiku #poetry #blueskypoetry #LAfires
Hehe that’s my butt
January 9, 2025 at 5:10 PM
Hehe that’s my butt
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What if the grief breaks
into softness, the tide turning
until it is gentle,
until you remember
what it’s like
to breathe without the ache,
and you coax beauty
from this
mess—
what if love
is like water,
always changing,
always itself?
Drink the rain,
darling,
and see what happens
next.
#TinyPoem
into softness, the tide turning
until it is gentle,
until you remember
what it’s like
to breathe without the ache,
and you coax beauty
from this
mess—
what if love
is like water,
always changing,
always itself?
Drink the rain,
darling,
and see what happens
next.
#TinyPoem
January 8, 2025 at 10:16 PM
What if the grief breaks
into softness, the tide turning
until it is gentle,
until you remember
what it’s like
to breathe without the ache,
and you coax beauty
from this
mess—
what if love
is like water,
always changing,
always itself?
Drink the rain,
darling,
and see what happens
next.
#TinyPoem
into softness, the tide turning
until it is gentle,
until you remember
what it’s like
to breathe without the ache,
and you coax beauty
from this
mess—
what if love
is like water,
always changing,
always itself?
Drink the rain,
darling,
and see what happens
next.
#TinyPoem
In English, we say “I miss you”
In poetry, we say “the beating of my heart grows faint in your absence”
#poetry #micropoetry #poem
In poetry, we say “the beating of my heart grows faint in your absence”
#poetry #micropoetry #poem
January 8, 2025 at 5:38 PM
In English, we say “I miss you”
In poetry, we say “the beating of my heart grows faint in your absence”
#poetry #micropoetry #poem
In poetry, we say “the beating of my heart grows faint in your absence”
#poetry #micropoetry #poem
Finding solace in water droplets
January 8, 2025 at 4:41 AM
Finding solace in water droplets
Here is nearly every photoshoot I did in 2024, my first year in business 🥹
January 1, 2025 at 2:56 AM
Here is nearly every photoshoot I did in 2024, my first year in business 🥹
Do you understand that we ARE Nature? We belong to the Earth as much as the worms and the dirt.
#nature #photography #forest #naturepoetry #fungifriends #pnw
#nature #photography #forest #naturepoetry #fungifriends #pnw
December 12, 2024 at 4:55 PM
Do you understand that we ARE Nature? We belong to the Earth as much as the worms and the dirt.
#nature #photography #forest #naturepoetry #fungifriends #pnw
#nature #photography #forest #naturepoetry #fungifriends #pnw
Yourself but as a cartoon
December 12, 2024 at 4:14 PM
Yourself but as a cartoon
The bugs are asleep
Resting beneath leaves and logs
Cold nights spent dreaming
#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #micropoetry #poem #poetry
Resting beneath leaves and logs
Cold nights spent dreaming
#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #micropoetry #poem #poetry
December 11, 2024 at 10:51 PM
The bugs are asleep
Resting beneath leaves and logs
Cold nights spent dreaming
#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #micropoetry #poem #poetry
Resting beneath leaves and logs
Cold nights spent dreaming
#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #micropoetry #poem #poetry
find me
underneath the autumn leaves
reclaiming what it means to be
a Wild, mortal thing
#poetry #photography #nature #poem #micropoetry #blueskypoetry #biophilia
Model: Frankie she/they
underneath the autumn leaves
reclaiming what it means to be
a Wild, mortal thing
#poetry #photography #nature #poem #micropoetry #blueskypoetry #biophilia
Model: Frankie she/they
December 11, 2024 at 7:04 PM
find me
underneath the autumn leaves
reclaiming what it means to be
a Wild, mortal thing
#poetry #photography #nature #poem #micropoetry #blueskypoetry #biophilia
Model: Frankie she/they
underneath the autumn leaves
reclaiming what it means to be
a Wild, mortal thing
#poetry #photography #nature #poem #micropoetry #blueskypoetry #biophilia
Model: Frankie she/they
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This set and this day will always feel very special to me. So grateful to know and have had the opportunity to work with such kind and genuine individuals.
@mymossyheart.bsky.social @scarsandmoss.bsky.social
@mymossyheart.bsky.social @scarsandmoss.bsky.social
December 10, 2024 at 9:57 PM
This set and this day will always feel very special to me. So grateful to know and have had the opportunity to work with such kind and genuine individuals.
@mymossyheart.bsky.social @scarsandmoss.bsky.social
@mymossyheart.bsky.social @scarsandmoss.bsky.social
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December 10, 2024 at 1:04 AM
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The water in your body is just visiting. It was a thunderstorm a week ago. It will be the ocean soon enough. Most of your cells come and go like morning dew. We are more weather pattern than stone monument. Sunlight on mist. Summer lightning. Your choices outweigh your substance.
#poetry
#poetry
December 9, 2024 at 8:37 PM
The water in your body is just visiting. It was a thunderstorm a week ago. It will be the ocean soon enough. Most of your cells come and go like morning dew. We are more weather pattern than stone monument. Sunlight on mist. Summer lightning. Your choices outweigh your substance.
#poetry
#poetry