Blue
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I can hear this place, and it is loud.
I can hear this place, and it is loud.
Gales screaming. Leaves rustling. The cold colliding with my nose.
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Sebramamänty Blue.
Sebramamänty Blue.
Breath of distance, ache of horizons, where pines meet the heavens, their needles stitching the seams of a world too vast to hold.
A whisper of roots tangled deep in the earth’s quiet hymn.
Credit: Pihlgren & Ritola
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A roof.
A roof.
And the way that crow was perched there, deep in though right next to the chimney—underneath the clouds.
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A seed.
A seed.
It moved with the wind several feet from its tree. Never got a chance to take root and grow.
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Parking lot.
Parking lot.
This is a blank spot that exists. Sometimes it stores cars. But mostly it doesn’t.
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Feeding pigeons at a strip mall
Feeding pigeons at a strip mall.
Not a good idea because it attracts rodents. But some people can’t help themselves, I guess. Plus, some people really love pigeons.
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I’ve created four new #Piefed photo-based communities
I’ve created four new #Piefed photo-based communities. They are:@recordpics@dustbloom@lumoura @blue I’ll mostly be using these communities to post photos from #Akkoma and #Pixelfed. Not only will they categorize these photos in a coherent manner, they’ll be open for other contributors, and also be easy to moderate.Why not use hashtags instead? Simple: anyone can use a hashtag and no one can moderate them. Which means they’re easy to spam.For my purposes, groups are simply better.
