BrimWood
@roganhardy.bsky.social
We’re an interracial couple in a small town, bringing an old house back to life one slab of wood, one power tool at a time. Our love lives in design, in sawdust, in every nail we drive with purpose. This is our blueprint for home, and for each other.
So…..I’m going to build a controlled temperature greenhouse! Stay tuned!
July 27, 2025 at 6:56 PM
So…..I’m going to build a controlled temperature greenhouse! Stay tuned!
Eternal Damnation is not hell. It is extinction. Please take care of the garden or we will be permanently cast out.
July 20, 2025 at 12:21 PM
Eternal Damnation is not hell. It is extinction. Please take care of the garden or we will be permanently cast out.
New glasses! I can see! 👀
July 19, 2025 at 1:08 AM
New glasses! I can see! 👀
What is happiness? Is it elusive like love? Is it mailable in the heart and mind like clay? Or is it unspoken like this?
Good Morning 🌞
Good Morning 🌞
July 10, 2025 at 1:11 PM
What is happiness? Is it elusive like love? Is it mailable in the heart and mind like clay? Or is it unspoken like this?
Good Morning 🌞
Good Morning 🌞
Building this with our own hands, on land we truly own, has brought a peace I didn’t know I was missing. Even the way light hits the stone feels sacred. Everyone deserves this a place that’s theirs. Not borrowed. Not beholden. Just home. Why can’t the world make that possible for all?
July 1, 2025 at 2:13 AM
Building this with our own hands, on land we truly own, has brought a peace I didn’t know I was missing. Even the way light hits the stone feels sacred. Everyone deserves this a place that’s theirs. Not borrowed. Not beholden. Just home. Why can’t the world make that possible for all?
How do you describe seeing red for the first time when no word for it exists?
It’s not just elation it’s an ineffable shift, like sensing the apple has transformed yet having no language to convey the change.
It’s the profound silence between perception and understanding, where words fall short.
It’s not just elation it’s an ineffable shift, like sensing the apple has transformed yet having no language to convey the change.
It’s the profound silence between perception and understanding, where words fall short.
November 26, 2024 at 12:46 AM
How do you describe seeing red for the first time when no word for it exists?
It’s not just elation it’s an ineffable shift, like sensing the apple has transformed yet having no language to convey the change.
It’s the profound silence between perception and understanding, where words fall short.
It’s not just elation it’s an ineffable shift, like sensing the apple has transformed yet having no language to convey the change.
It’s the profound silence between perception and understanding, where words fall short.
Good night guys. ❤️
November 24, 2024 at 2:03 AM
Good night guys. ❤️
The moments right after the rain hold a special kind of magic. The sunlight kisses the wet redwood, making the grains glow with warmth and life. It’s a simple, a quiet beauty. Nature’s way of reminding us to pause and admire the world around us.
November 23, 2024 at 8:43 PM
The moments right after the rain hold a special kind of magic. The sunlight kisses the wet redwood, making the grains glow with warmth and life. It’s a simple, a quiet beauty. Nature’s way of reminding us to pause and admire the world around us.