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aidanwachter.bsky.social
This!
June 12, 2026 at 2:49 PM
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astrojaz.bsky.social
this is a pride flag made from real nasa imagery

happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈✨
A pride flag made out of NASA images.
June 1, 2026 at 8:38 PM
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Thanks, Vonnegut. 💜
May 25, 2026 at 5:47 PM
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May 20, 2026 at 11:17 PM
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May 9, 2026 at 7:46 PM
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May 2, 2026 at 9:07 PM
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#gardening #pollinators #bees
March 13, 2026 at 4:39 AM
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#moss & #lichen on a sweetgum
March 6, 2026 at 1:49 AM
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#completethehaiga #time #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #poem #poetry #blueskypoetry #blueskypoet #mortality #impermanence
January 8, 2026 at 10:06 PM
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December 15, 2025 at 10:34 PM
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mjjaxn.bsky.social
We are December's little men
With Christmas we come back again
To fill you stockings, spread the snow
And hang the pearls on mistletoe...
-Helen Jacobs
December 15, 2025 at 1:36 PM
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November 23, 2025 at 11:46 PM
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November 23, 2025 at 2:20 AM
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pixelsandalchemy.bsky.social
Another Reference Guide for #MapleLeaf #ID. I wish it was shown in fall colors!
November 17, 2025 at 6:43 PM
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babeandoak.bsky.social
Congrats!🎉

I’m Élle - I’m an illustrator and surface pattern designer based near Toronto. I work a lot in black & white and focus on Hellenic mythology, horror folklore and occult history.

Commissions open for April 💘
#b&wart #artshare
Black and white Lino style illustration of a two headed Greek Janus coin. A large black frame surrounds a smaller frame containing a coin depicting the Greek god Janus. Janus is deprived as a two headed bust facing away from each other one. The coin is crosshatched with a crescent moon on one side and a sun on the other. Rays of black are extending to the corns and swirls and 8 point stars fill the background. Underneath the bust is a crosshatched pattern Victorian Ward - Black and white illustration of a Victorian wall with a scarab ward framed. The border of the whole piece is a torn paper. Inside is Victorian black and white striped wallpaper with damask type filigree in the black and smaller stripes and speckles in the white with small vertical black stripes on either side. In the damask pattern are slightly abstract symbols of infinity, an hourglass and other resurrection symbols. In the middle is an ornate rectangular frame framing a large scarab beetle with its wings out. On its wings are celestial symbols like Jupiter, stars and the moon. Around the scarab are peony flowers and branches of a tree branching towards the top left with a vine white line swooping in an out and around the frame in the same direction. The scarabs body is engraved like metal with filigree. Behind the scarab in the frame is grain shading grey over black. Pile of my clear black and white Death’s-Head Moth Stickers. Stickers are 1 by 2 inch and are of a pen black ink pen illustration of a hawk moth with wings spread and antenna framing a small crescent moon above it. Altar prayer card for the goddess Diana. A rectangular card has a black border with parts of the Orphic hymn for Diana surrounding it as a border in white text. In the bottom right are twin arrows over a crescent moon representing her and Apollo. In the bottom left and top right are white outlined 8 point stars. Inside the border is a marble shockwave black and grey pattern with white outlining that forms an arch at the top with lining to look like columns on both sides. In the middle is a stag skull with painted antlers of a diamond and star pattern. Behind the skull are smaller 8 point stars and cloud ripples. Above the skull is a scraggly branch of queen Anne’s lace with small dots above. In the top corners are two constellations for Sirius as her hunting dogs and Roman numerals for 13 and 8 for the date of the Nemoralia festival.
March 17, 2025 at 12:55 PM
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November 12, 2025 at 7:46 PM
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mjjaxn.bsky.social
"The universe is in the habit of making beauty. There are flowers and songs, snowflakes and smiles, acts of great courage, laughter between friends, a job well done, the smell of fresh baked bread. Beauty is everywhere." ~ Matthew Fox
November 11, 2025 at 12:38 PM
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"As droughts intensify & insects thrive in warming forests, trees are dying of thirst while being eaten alive. It's a double assault turning once-green mountainsides into graveyards of standing dead timber...'This trend could continue as our climate continues to warm."🌏 www.king5.com/article/tech...
Washington's forests face massive tree die-off
Of Washington's 22 million forested acres, the Department of Natural Resources manages about 3 million acres of state land.
www.king5.com
November 10, 2025 at 10:00 PM
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Deep peace to You
Deep peace of the running wave to you
Deep peace of the flowing air to you
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you
Deep peace of the shining stars to you
~ Irish Druid blessing

#BookwormSat #Druidry
November 8, 2025 at 11:42 AM
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For #PromptCombo #Storm ⛈️✨

for @rfsmith.bsky.social
Each Word Is A Lantern You’ve Dropped In The Sand You drift on a little boat that can only think about sinking. It does not know which side is heaven and which is sea. It’s all the same, blue, blur, the way you cannot know the difference between the voice of God or that of small birds. Everything sings, especially when we are drowning everything is music, a language we bend closer to hear. The boat smells of crushed violets. There is a storm coming, supposedly, but the mirror’s surface is undisturbed. And the boat is angry at the storm for not pulling it under the tideline. Because sometimes we want that collision, that sharp cleave of a before and an after but here we are still, in the middle, between the heartbeat of the waves where we trace a lineage of salt stains from one dim star to the other. There is a semblance of yourself forced to sail half-empty around the great ice caves where the glitter of their echo has you baptized with the silence of half-being, half-not. Maybe the storm was that sigh you had let escape through the vault of your lips. And the weight of the moments is flitting through the church of your hands like a fish. This morning, the revelation had been out of print. So you sewed the glimmering moon into the hem of your billowing skirts to take a fire with you, to strike a small match in the night. Each step is a day passing, an era, a life; the legs still bewitched just thinking of fins. All the lighthouses with their restless eyes were looking for you across the periphery, sweeping the coastline for something, some moral in the wreck of yourself. The body itself is a shrine upon which the storm’s breath stitches its meaning, the cold wind that silvers our secrets, the water that hollows you out until only one light is left, until the altar is ivory bone. The cracked planks glisten with the ocean’s white wedding froth, who is married to the deep in us all, the darkness where the wilderness sleeps.
November 8, 2025 at 5:21 PM
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November 6, 2025 at 1:46 PM
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Olga Beliaeva
Yaroslavl, Russia
Tarot Reader Girls,
2021
Watercolor, Ink on Paper
#Art
October 30, 2025 at 9:30 PM
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mjjaxn.bsky.social
Only when they spread their wings
are they wakers of a wind:
as if God with his broad sculptor-
hands leafed through the pages
in the dark book of the beginning.
― Rainer Maria Rilke
October 31, 2025 at 11:38 AM