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acfick72.bsky.social
When rain clouds gather (pace Bessie Head): late afternoon on a Sunday in #NorthJozi.

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Thunderclouds forming to the north in a blue sky over the turrets at the top of the lift shafts of the building downslope. The sun seen through clouds to the southwest. Blue sky and clouds over the crest of the Witwatersrand north of the Johannesburg city centre, with the Hillbrow tower rising above the ridge, and the Charlotte Maxeke public hospital complex and its nurses' hostels on the ridge visible at the bottom of the frame on the right. Storm clouds in various shades of white and grey forming against a bright blue sky.
January 11, 2026 at 3:47 PM
yerbamansa.bsky.social
Things are dire, but sometimes you get up and the sky gives you a little show to reward you for getting up and facing another day
Sunrise with pink-streaked purple-gray clouds on a pale blue morning sky with leafless trees and an parking lot in the foreground
January 11, 2026 at 3:47 PM
karenkimberly.bsky.social
Sun will rise in just a few minutes here in Seattle at 7:55, transit at 12:17 and set at 4:39 giving us 8 hours and 44 minutes of daylight to do good things. The moon is a waning gibbous it rose at 1:37 AM and will set at 11:38. It is 23 days old. No wind, no rain, just clouds right now.
January 11, 2026 at 3:47 PM
mzkatlynd.bsky.social
Fear is solely part of the brain/logic perception.

Fear is NOT discernment.
Fear clouds discernment.
January 11, 2026 at 3:46 PM
shaddmain.bsky.social
Hi, everyone, I'm Shaddon, and I recently got back into art again after several months of hiatus. Here are my two latest pieces. I've been messing around a lot with different art styles and techniques as you can probably tell lol.
A stylized digital landscape of snowy mountains under a bright blue sky. In the foreground, wildflowers and grasses frame a grassy valley with a small lake. In the center, a jagged dark rock formation rises from the green and yellow field. Snow-covered peaks and clouds fill the background, giving the scene depth and a painted, slightly textured look. A grayscale digital illustration of a coastal scene with mountains in the background. A silhouetted boat sits on the bright, reflective water near the horizon, with waves and ripples catching the light. Dark rocks and wet sand dominate the foreground, while palm trees frame the left edge. The image has a stylized, slightly rough texture reminiscent of graphite or screen printing, with layered shades of gray defining light and depth.
January 11, 2026 at 3:46 PM
joegeiger.bsky.social
This is my current target as well. I bought a new mount and now have nothing but clouds. Hoping to get more time on this.
January 11, 2026 at 3:44 PM
tim.ink
I bet clouds taste amazing
January 11, 2026 at 3:43 PM
ryanweather.bsky.social
Satellite imagery this morning shows plenty of fog and low clouds across the western interior valleys. Some areas are seeing freezing fog develop as well. Higher level clouds continue to stream overhead as a front moves inland well to our north.
January 11, 2026 at 3:43 PM
lake-huron.live
Current* conditions near Kincardine, ON:
Western view of natural shoreline and Inverhuron Bay in Lake Huron. // Image captured at: 2026-01-11 15:40:41 UTC (about 2 min. prior to this post) // Image sourced from: windy.com // Current Temp in Kincardine: 26.89 F | -2.84 C // Precip: overcast clouds // Wind: WSW at 15.010 mph | 24.15 kph // Humidity: 87%
January 11, 2026 at 3:42 PM
maverickvirus.bsky.social
My beautiful, complex psyche which bends, and bends, and bends, until it suddenly snaps back like a rubber band, and I regain the ability to be a person, instead of some great, hulking beast in a person-shaped costume (though, people still love the hulking beast, even though it is only in costume)
And its' hock hung low and heavy, as if the creature's very existence were at odds with itself. And the creature was all out of balance; Its' head pointed to the clouds, its' lower half dragged low to the earth, as if it were not created as a whole, but pieced together as if it were the wrong solution to a children's puzzle game. And the creature seemed to belong in its' own world, for the creature does not know the ways of the inhabitants of this world. And the people of the world loved the creature, even though it was not their own, even though its' hock hung low, and its' head were in the clouds, and it looked as if it were pieced together from parts of a children's game, even if it seemed not to belong in theirs.
January 11, 2026 at 3:42 PM
patcat13.bsky.social
I don't know what the fuck it means either, guys.

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#unicorn #memes
BEHIND EVERY SUCCESSFUL UNICORN IS A PACK OF HATERS A unicorn under a blue sky with thin veils of clouds looks and says, “I don't know what the fuck it means either, guys.”
January 11, 2026 at 3:42 PM
lynnparrishsutton.bsky.social
Blue Sky Glasses
#shelburnefarms #bluesky #clouds #vermont #alittlebluesky #vermontfarm
January 11, 2026 at 3:42 PM
tsunami65.bsky.social
What a dull weather day. I think it stopped raining a while ago but the heavy clouds meant it never really got light in my living room at any point today. Hate days like this.
January 11, 2026 at 3:41 PM
bgphotography.bsky.social
Bridge Building

This is an image of the new Benicia Bridge. This bridge was built just down the street of my place of employment. So I was able to witness the slow progress of modern-day bridge building.
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#BridgeBuilding #BillGallagherPhotography #BuyIntoArt #BeniciaBridge
Bridge Building The scene opens under a brooding sky, where thick, slate‑colored clouds hang low and heavy, as if pressing down on the landscape. Against this moody backdrop, the new Benicia Bridge stretches across the frame—an immense spine of steel rising from the water with quiet authority. Its pale metal surfaces catch what little light breaks through the cloud cover, giving the structure a cool, silvery sheen. In the foreground, tall grasses—dull green and wind‑tousled—soften the industrial weight of the bridge. A construction crane stands nearby, its long arm angled upward like a skeletal finger pointing into the stormy sky. Wisps of fog or steam drift around the base of the structure, blurring the line between land and air and adding a sense of motion, as though the bridge is slowly emerging from the elements. The atmosphere feels charged—damp air, the faint imagined smell of wet earth and steel, the distant echo of machinery. The entire image carries a sense of tension and transformation: a massive human‑made structure rising through weather, time, and effort, captured at a moment when the light turns the ordinary into something cinematic.
January 11, 2026 at 3:41 PM
radiojamming.bsky.social
Polar party lights……… 2!
A bright green swirling aurora over a dark tree line with stars visible around it A pink and green aurora and some clouds A pink and green aurora A wide shot of multiple ribbons of a green aurora over a snowy landscape
January 11, 2026 at 3:40 PM
bluemoon3143.bsky.social
"Regret is a time machine to the past.
Worry is a time machine to the future.
Gratitude is a time machine to the present."
~Andrea Gibson

Have a grateful Sunday friends 💙
#Stunday
#EastCoastKin
#ImageandVerse
#photography #Sunrise #river
#ColorADay #OrangeSun
#Winter
A winter sunrise in a cloud filled sky over the reflective water of a river. The sunrise color is pale orange/yellow. The clouds are dark below, with brightness behind them, hinting at the possibility of a sunny day. There is frost on the brush along the riverbank, on the right. Trees and bushes on the left reach their bare branches over the river. All is reflected in the glassy surface of the water. Verse from Andrea Gibson, You Better Be Lightning
January 11, 2026 at 3:40 PM
karenkimberly.bsky.social
We also went to Seattle Art Museum to see new Farm to Table Exhibit. I didn't get any pics of the art (highly recommend it though) but here's s pic of the new permanent exhibit, Little Clouds
January 11, 2026 at 3:41 PM
mjlinde.bsky.social
#Stunday
#ColorADay
#OrangeSun

@craigmcg.bsky.social
Calmness and peace is created as the sun rises over glass-like waters. A few small waves reach the shore in horizontal rhythm. The sun climbs behind feathered soft clouds turning the horizon a brilliant, deep orange.
January 11, 2026 at 3:40 PM
robertbohan.bsky.social
If you need me knock gently, as I’m still asleep. I’m planning to stay in bed, until 2027, just sleeping, drawing pictures* & shaking a walking stick at passing clouds, that I can see from my bed. Just have to convince DHL to collect & ship from my boudoir. Hopefully they have no feather allergies.
January 11, 2026 at 3:40 PM
ncstories.bsky.social
The view at Mount Pisgah this morning. Clouds moving in with the cold front. Temp 36 #ncwx
January 11, 2026 at 3:39 PM
gurtlushbus.bsky.social
The inbound 76 is 6 minutes late at Vicarage Road, joining the 61% of the network currently treating the timetable as a polite suggestion. The broken clouds over Hartcliffe mirror our fragmented transit system, even if this electric WESTbus is technically better for the lungs.
January 11, 2026 at 3:39 PM
huntnfish8.bsky.social
It’s Definitely #Stunday !!!
Blessed with this view 20 minutes ago…

I was startled into wakefulness by the sheer presence of the place. The mountains stood so abruptly about me that for a moment I felt caught, as if the world had changed while I was not looking-Muir

#imageandverse #Artyear Scape
The image now reads as a pre-dawn sky, charged with anticipation rather than closure. The sky dominates the scene, filled with layered clouds illuminated from below by the first unseen light of morning. Deep reds and warm oranges spread across the lower clouds, mingling with magentas and soft violets, while higher layers transition into cooler blues. The colors feel suspended rather than fading, as if the night is loosening its hold but not yet yielding to full daylight. The cloud formations appear broad and textured, their edges softened by the low, indirect light. Instead of the sun descending, the illumination suggests it is still hidden beyond the horizon, sending its earliest signals upward and outward. The warm tones gather in bands, creating a sense of quiet motion and expectancy, as though the sky itself is inhaling before the day begins. Below, the landscape remains in near-total silhouette. A dark, forested ridgeline stretches across the horizon, its form barely distinguishable except where it cuts sharply against the luminous sky. Near the center, a lone evergreen stands upright and narrow, its outline crisp and solitary, acting as a visual marker between night and morning. To the right, a sloping hillside rises into the frame, its mass heavy and unresolved in the low light.
January 11, 2026 at 3:39 PM
zioman.bsky.social
Waited a bit for the weather to clear up, but it was worth it - rain avoided despite clouds hanging above me throughout the run.

Nothing significant happened, bit gutted there was some works around Alder Hey so one of the #squadrats escaped me. I'll get you one day!

#running #pigtailpower
January 11, 2026 at 3:38 PM
🧵2/6
When I came out onto the paved Greenville-Millinocket Road at 9:25, only fourteen-and-a-half miles of white blazes remained before me. The road paralleled a stretch of the West Branch of the Penobscot River that ran eastward.
A gray day with low clouds and drizzle. Standing at the bottom of a low ridge covered with the charred white but still standing trunks of trees killed by a huge fire several years earlier. Around those lifeless trunks are overgrown meadows and swaths of small saplings and large shrubs, a riot of gold, red, orange and light green foliage for autumn. Beyond this ridge the lower slopes of a large mountain are covered with a more mature forest of evergreens. The very bottom of this mountain is all we can see. A very low gray cloud covers most of it.
January 11, 2026 at 3:39 PM
🧵1/6
October 2, 1983: My first three-and-a-half miles took me through the end of the wilderness. The Appalachian Trail wound through an attractive forest, and it was gentle walking.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail
We are standing on a hill looking down over the treetops towards a broad river below us. It is raining. The river mirrors the gray sky. The far riverbank is also wooded, but the ridge just beyond is part of an area that was burnt over several years earlier. It is covered with the white charred still-standing trunks of dead trees and some shrub growth. Beyond that ridge are the lower slopes of a mountain that quickly disappear into very low clouds. Some of the trees on our riverbank are turning gold or orange. The trees on the opposite bank are a riot of golds, oranges, reds and greens.
January 11, 2026 at 3:39 PM