Ray Balestri
@raybalestri.bsky.social
an old man carrying flowers on his head, wears velour trousers, totters, 3 thirds asleep. Or as my first born, learning to talk, called me, Mommy's friend daddy.
Posts limited to plants, animals, and art. (Comments on others’ posts are a different story.)
Posts limited to plants, animals, and art. (Comments on others’ posts are a different story.)
Is this a real account?
January 3, 2025 at 1:47 PM
Is this a real account?
Strong rec on this one.
December 31, 2024 at 7:26 PM
Strong rec on this one.
Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah to everyone. (Flower arrangements by my talented wife.)
December 25, 2024 at 9:06 PM
Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah to everyone. (Flower arrangements by my talented wife.)
Sunday morning paper reading with dogs and amaryllis.
December 22, 2024 at 2:39 PM
Sunday morning paper reading with dogs and amaryllis.
Christmas cactus coming into bloom right on schedule.
December 20, 2024 at 7:34 PM
Christmas cactus coming into bloom right on schedule.
After you master the tambourine, you need to tackle this:
December 19, 2024 at 9:40 PM
After you master the tambourine, you need to tackle this:
(on the reverse side)
December 19, 2024 at 8:51 PM
(on the reverse side)
Note from the poet ee cummings (who was eschewing capitalization and punctuation long before texts and tweets) to his wife Marion Morehead (with doodles). It says, “doctors all wrong it was only gallstones everybody amazed and delighted I expect to return tomorrow or next day love ESTLIN”
December 19, 2024 at 8:51 PM
Note from the poet ee cummings (who was eschewing capitalization and punctuation long before texts and tweets) to his wife Marion Morehead (with doodles). It says, “doctors all wrong it was only gallstones everybody amazed and delighted I expect to return tomorrow or next day love ESTLIN”
The key is to start with a solid foundation.
December 19, 2024 at 2:35 PM
The key is to start with a solid foundation.
You mean this kind of shit?
December 19, 2024 at 2:02 PM
You mean this kind of shit?
When my son was 5, he wanted to borrow my phone to take some pictures. Here they are:
December 17, 2024 at 8:32 PM
When my son was 5, he wanted to borrow my phone to take some pictures. Here they are: