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#mine #life #photography #ocean #morro bay #california #Spotify

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Super moody photo from today😶‍🌫️

#mine #photography #fog #sunshine #nice trees

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Making new friends today, I think I’ll name him Jack.

#mine #life #birds #beach #California

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#Noah Gundersen #Swim #music #Youtube

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“He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko’s side, Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough, Where a horse’s hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride, The man that holds his own is good enough.”

- A.B. "Banjo" Paterson, The Man From Snowy River

Thinking about Colorado

#mine #life #mountains #colorado #photography #Spotify

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Recorded this on my phone while my cat Belle was lying on me😊

#mine #music #Cover #jack johnson #SoundCloud

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Random stop on the way to the beach. There are not enough poppies yet, we will need to try again.

#mine #photography #california #central coast

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J’ai arrosé le jardin aujourd’hui, sous un temps chaud. Avec ma pipe de tabac à la bouche, j’écoutais Le Hobbit. C’était vraiment agréable.

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#music #Youtube

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Clement

In twilight's gentle sigh, I speak to thee, a phantom of my heart,

Where city mists and lanterns dim do play their silent part.

Thy echo wanders streets unseen, where ocean's song does blend,

A ghostly serenade, our bond, a tale without an end.

Amidst the fog, our spirits danced, where cliffs meet crashing wave,

A connection fierce, yet touched by fear, a path both bold and brave.

In gardens blooming secrets, under spring's eternal spell,

Our laughter mingled with the flowers, the stories they would tell.

Beneath the cozy bookshop's glow, where scent of paper weaves

With whispers of an apple found, 'midst gardens of forbidden leaves.

Our shadows lingered close, in aisles where temptation lay,

Revealing truths once veiled, our naked souls in disarray.

Now, 'neath the cloak of night, where ephemeral shadows dance and part,

I endeavor to emancipate a wraith from the depths of constrained art.

With this nocturnal sacrament, under the steadfast gaze of stars,

Your essence I liberate into the zephyr, a sonnet dispersed in memoirs.

A tacit accord, woven from the intricacies of a labyrinthine skein,

To venerate our erstwhile connection, in the tranquility of night's domain.

#mine #poem #poetry #california #my writing

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A playlist for Saint Patrick

A Flower Given to My Daughter

- Joyce

Frail the white rose and frail are

Her hands that gave

Whose soul is sere and paler

Than time's wan wave.

Rosefrail and fair, yet frailest

A wonder wild

In gentle eyes thou veilest,

My blueveined child.

#Spotify #Amble #David Keenan #Damien Rice #The Pogues #The Popes #Saint Patricks Day #music #Ireland #poetry #ye vagabonds

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Field upon field of clandestine green

The likes of which are found surrounding you and me

A solitary stone keeps watch outside O'Reilly's gate

A wildflower AGM is being held, I'll eavesdrop on their debates

This meandering road implodes, and so do I

For I transcend as I descend in search of warmer climes

Dance with me

Upon this breeze so fine

In your grandfather's coat you adore and you dote upon the treeline

Dance with me

Upon this breeze so fine

In your granddaddy's coat you adore and you dote upon the treeline

You spoke of all the wondrous joys that await me down the line

The beauty and potential in my embryonic mind

What if that's true and meant to be?

I'll stand and raise the mast for every fallen, broken boy whose dreams died in fifth class

#poetry #David Keenan #Field Upon Field #Spotify

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Slight update on the vase design, hopefully will be all done tomorrow🤞

Midway through painting some California poppies, not sure how I want to do the vase

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Midway through painting some California poppies, not sure how I want to do the vase

#mine #art #oil painting #california #poppies #flowers #work in progress

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Eden

Within a realm where ancient myths are spun,

No graven image, nor the crafted blaze,

A young man walks, his eyes turned from the sun,

No beacon bright to guide him through the maze.

Through night he wanders, beauty’s truth unseen,

In shadows keep, his throne where darkness reigns.

The wild’s grace obscured, his heart trapped, keen,

But whispers hint of simpler, gentle plains.

With dawn, his shadow dances, far and wide,

In earth’s tender embrace, his solace blooms.

At journey’s end, silent truths reside,

In nature’s cradle, his wandering spirit looms.

For in surrender, his soul’s flight unfurled,

The world’s purest light, through reborn sight, is beheld.

#mine #my writing #poem #poetry #sonnet #beauty #Beauty will save the world #work in progress

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I'm super rusty but had a couple hours to pick up some supplies and paint some roses😊

#mine #oil painting #painting #roses #pink #dark #needs more work

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Eros Aine

In a land of green hills,

and the foggy dew so fine,

A tale is told of a man,

incomplete without a vine.

It starts with his mother,

in her love so divine,

Who raises him high,

beyond the human line.

As seasons pass, and he grows under her cover,

The time comes for him to seek another lover.

A lass who’ll make his heart flutter and hover,

Making him feel unique, unlike any other.

Though he walks the earth,

just a man of simple fettle,

Without her by his side,

his world would unsettle.

For in her embrace,

his heart finds its mettle,

Together, they bloom,

like a rose amidst the nettle.

And then comes a day, a jewel in his crown,

A daughter he cherishes, in her eyes he’ll drown.

From her first breath, to her first gown,

In her laughter and joy, his love is sewn.

Through years they wander,

her hand in his grasp,

Till a day at the aisle,

where he must unclasp.

To another man’s heart,

she’s the key and the hasp,

In this act of love,

his heart takes a gasp.

As he walks her down, under arches so bold,

A story of love, from young to old, unfolds.

In giving away, his heart’s purest gold,

He completes a circle, a tale of beauty told.

#mine #writing #poetry #song writing #love