Zapdash Dusk
@zapdashdusk.bsky.social
I come around to the lighthouse, every so often. It’s a bag of mixed metaphors about that place, but we make do. Come, dry your soul by our fire…
…after all, your soul is so very wet, with a million epiphanies unknown.
…after all, your soul is so very wet, with a million epiphanies unknown.
Ornamental Onion
September 2, 2025 at 11:11 AM
Ornamental Onion
Never go out on the water without the grim reaper at your side
September 2, 2025 at 11:10 AM
Never go out on the water without the grim reaper at your side
It is definitely aurora season
September 2, 2025 at 11:09 AM
It is definitely aurora season
Saw a double rainbow today
September 2, 2025 at 11:01 AM
Saw a double rainbow today
Posted this about a year ago
saw it during a journey in the country
my dog you see here enjoyed it🦕
saw it during a journey in the country
my dog you see here enjoyed it🦕
September 2, 2025 at 10:53 AM
Posted this about a year ago
saw it during a journey in the country
my dog you see here enjoyed it🦕
saw it during a journey in the country
my dog you see here enjoyed it🦕
Back from the library.
September 2, 2025 at 10:49 AM
Back from the library.
The Unfolding Sky.
September 2, 2025 at 10:48 AM
The Unfolding Sky.
“Frog,” asked Toad, “did this really happen?”
“Maybe it did, and maybe it didn’t,” said Frog.
“Maybe it did, and maybe it didn’t,” said Frog.
September 2, 2025 at 10:43 AM
“Frog,” asked Toad, “did this really happen?”
“Maybe it did, and maybe it didn’t,” said Frog.
“Maybe it did, and maybe it didn’t,” said Frog.
I’ll take, “today’s theme” for $500, Alex
September 2, 2025 at 10:37 AM
I’ll take, “today’s theme” for $500, Alex
I somehow never knew that.
September 2, 2025 at 10:35 AM
I somehow never knew that.
Welcome to my crib
September 2, 2025 at 10:32 AM
Welcome to my crib
Some 15th-century rainbow-coloured beasts to brighten your Monday:
September 2, 2025 at 10:30 AM
Some 15th-century rainbow-coloured beasts to brighten your Monday:
Each tall trunk is a monument to the times, and every shadow whispers secrets too old for words.
September 2, 2025 at 10:29 AM
Each tall trunk is a monument to the times, and every shadow whispers secrets too old for words.
Funny how my interests seem to me
Singular and infinite simultaneously
Singular and infinite simultaneously
September 2, 2025 at 10:27 AM
Funny how my interests seem to me
Singular and infinite simultaneously
Singular and infinite simultaneously
I’ve not fallen over
September 2, 2025 at 10:26 AM
I’ve not fallen over