Tenar
@tenar1.bsky.social
#bookchatweekly
"‘What he wants to do is […] a new thing - something he said he had discovered a yellow or to ago. […] He said he could do reading.
Something about words. He wants to teach it.'
Spofforth sat up at the word. 'Someone has learned to read?‘“
✍️Walter Tevis, Mockingbird
"‘What he wants to do is […] a new thing - something he said he had discovered a yellow or to ago. […] He said he could do reading.
Something about words. He wants to teach it.'
Spofforth sat up at the word. 'Someone has learned to read?‘“
✍️Walter Tevis, Mockingbird
November 24, 2025 at 3:42 PM
#bookchatweekly
"‘What he wants to do is […] a new thing - something he said he had discovered a yellow or to ago. […] He said he could do reading.
Something about words. He wants to teach it.'
Spofforth sat up at the word. 'Someone has learned to read?‘“
✍️Walter Tevis, Mockingbird
"‘What he wants to do is […] a new thing - something he said he had discovered a yellow or to ago. […] He said he could do reading.
Something about words. He wants to teach it.'
Spofforth sat up at the word. 'Someone has learned to read?‘“
✍️Walter Tevis, Mockingbird
November 24, 2025 at 9:32 AM
November 24, 2025 at 9:29 AM
November 23, 2025 at 10:49 AM
November 23, 2025 at 10:45 AM
#boomwormsat
“The passing weeks have seen autumn into winter. Sunlight on the treetops falls cold and clear now over loosening leaves.“
✍️Sally Rooney, Intermezzo
“The passing weeks have seen autumn into winter. Sunlight on the treetops falls cold and clear now over loosening leaves.“
✍️Sally Rooney, Intermezzo
November 22, 2025 at 12:00 PM
#boomwormsat
“The passing weeks have seen autumn into winter. Sunlight on the treetops falls cold and clear now over loosening leaves.“
✍️Sally Rooney, Intermezzo
“The passing weeks have seen autumn into winter. Sunlight on the treetops falls cold and clear now over loosening leaves.“
✍️Sally Rooney, Intermezzo
November 22, 2025 at 11:53 AM
November 22, 2025 at 11:52 AM
November 22, 2025 at 11:50 AM
November 21, 2025 at 2:15 PM
November 21, 2025 at 2:13 PM
November 21, 2025 at 2:11 PM
November 20, 2025 at 5:44 PM
November 19, 2025 at 4:14 PM
November 19, 2025 at 4:12 PM
November 18, 2025 at 4:55 PM
I believe this Green Woodpecker qualifies under today‘s #BirdOfTheDay theme: #mottled
birds marked with spots of a different colour.
🪶
birds marked with spots of a different colour.
🪶
November 18, 2025 at 4:40 PM
I believe this Green Woodpecker qualifies under today‘s #BirdOfTheDay theme: #mottled
birds marked with spots of a different colour.
🪶
birds marked with spots of a different colour.
🪶
There were just some cranes flying overhead, heard them before I saw them. I thought they were all gone south already. So glad I saw them passing through.
Photo from my archive.
🪶
Photo from my archive.
🪶
November 17, 2025 at 3:31 PM
There were just some cranes flying overhead, heard them before I saw them. I thought they were all gone south already. So glad I saw them passing through.
Photo from my archive.
🪶
Photo from my archive.
🪶
November 17, 2025 at 11:52 AM
November 17, 2025 at 11:49 AM
November 16, 2025 at 9:21 AM
November 16, 2025 at 9:17 AM
November 15, 2025 at 4:29 PM
November 14, 2025 at 6:50 PM
#bookchatweekly
„Is there even a reality left there, something that in fact did happen? The way a dream, untold, vanishes, never having taken place to begin with. Better perhaps in this case: a dream, attached at the corners to no reality, shared with no one, vanishing into nothingness.“
„Is there even a reality left there, something that in fact did happen? The way a dream, untold, vanishes, never having taken place to begin with. Better perhaps in this case: a dream, attached at the corners to no reality, shared with no one, vanishing into nothingness.“
November 14, 2025 at 6:47 PM
#bookchatweekly
„Is there even a reality left there, something that in fact did happen? The way a dream, untold, vanishes, never having taken place to begin with. Better perhaps in this case: a dream, attached at the corners to no reality, shared with no one, vanishing into nothingness.“
„Is there even a reality left there, something that in fact did happen? The way a dream, untold, vanishes, never having taken place to begin with. Better perhaps in this case: a dream, attached at the corners to no reality, shared with no one, vanishing into nothingness.“