John David Fawcett
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John David Fawcett
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Graphic designer and passionate photographer based in Northeast Ohio. Life is a unique journey — make it count. I enjoy capturing the intriguing and the unseen. Explore my work: treetoes.com
The boulders boast of battles won,
Their scars aglow beneath the sun.
The clouds, dramatic, steal the show,
With cotton swirls and golden glow.

#photography
December 4, 2025 at 5:14 AM
A house that sleeps beneath the trees,
Its dreams are shaped by winter’s breeze.
The sky above, a swirling spell,
That guards the place where silence fell.

#photography
December 3, 2025 at 5:15 AM
A snowflake lands with silent grace,
Upon a bark-bound resting place.
It doesn’t know it’s rare and bright,
Just part of winter’s gentle rite.

#photography
December 2, 2025 at 11:41 AM
For today’s #macromonday a snowflake pirouettes in the void, flaunting its feathery arms and icy lacework. Nature’s tiniest dancer, caught mid-twirl, glimmers with frosty flair and crystalline charm.

#eastcoastkin #photography #macromonday
December 1, 2025 at 5:03 AM
Sharing for #imageandverse Sunday. A lone milkweed stands like a quiet storyteller, its split pods spilling silky seeds into a golden, blurred field at sunset, a gentle sign of autumn and new beginnings.
#photography #eastcoastkin
November 30, 2025 at 5:41 AM
For today’s #BlueskyArtShow theme of #warmth - A bed of glowing coals and rising flame turns charred logs into a pool of living color, pulling the viewer close as if to feel the heat and quiet comfort of a fire that refuses to fade.

#eastcoastkin #photography
November 29, 2025 at 5:32 AM
A caterpillar dressed for fall,
In velvet bands and bristle shawl.
Its colors speak, its silence sings,
Of changing light and colder things..

#photography
November 28, 2025 at 5:21 AM
A turkey peers through tangled green,
Its gaze both wary and serene.
It dreams of acorns, soft and round,
And tiptoes through enchanted ground.

A wild turkey peers through tall grass, its vivid head and neck contrasting against the soft green shadows of foliage.

#photography #thanksgiving
November 27, 2025 at 5:17 AM
A fallen trunk, a fungal flare,
That brightens up the woodland air.
It doesn’t roam, it doesn’t flee,
But rests upon a fallen tree.

Bright shelves of chicken of the woods burst from a fallen trunk, glowing orange against the forest floor’s quiet decay.

#photography
November 26, 2025 at 5:30 AM
The pod is dressed in winter’s veil,
A crown of fluff, a silent tale.
It doesn’t mourn the bloom it lost,
It celebrates the coming frost.

A star-shaped seed pod with feathery filaments glows against a dark backdrop, capturing quiet beauty and the moment before dispersal.

#photography
November 25, 2025 at 5:18 AM
For today’s #macromonday a poised Ischnura posita damselfly clings to a blade of grass, its slender form and folded wings framed by soft green and red tones. A quiet moment of balance and detail in nature’s miniature world.

#eastcoastkin #photography
November 24, 2025 at 11:23 AM
Sharing for #imageandverse Sunday. Silhouetted evergreens frame a glowing sky as the sun sets, casting warm hues across scattered clouds. A peaceful forest scene captures the quiet beauty of twilight.

#photography #eastcoastkin
November 23, 2025 at 5:23 AM
For today’s #BlueskyArtShow theme of #Small - A newborn bird rests in a tiny nest, eyes closed and feathers barely formed. Nature’s smallest lives begin quietly, tucked among twigs and leaves in a moment of fragile wonder.

#eastcoastkin #photography
November 22, 2025 at 5:13 AM
Reposted by John David Fawcett
Ooh somebody made a 2026 calendar. Just sharing!

Happy Friday everyone

#flower #photography #calendar
November 21, 2025 at 6:36 PM
Sharing for Friday #scape Day. Seaweed clings like memory to stone. Pebbles scatter in quiet rhythm. Mist softens the trees beyond. A shoreline moment, hushed and tactile, shaped by moisture, texture, and time.

#photography #landscape #eastcoastkin
November 21, 2025 at 5:10 AM
The grasses whisper tales of old,
Of feathered guests and mornings cold.
A single bird, so still, so wise,
Reflects the hush where silence lies.

A lone heron stands in a misty wetland, framed by dry grasses and bare trees in quiet seasonal transition.

#photography
November 20, 2025 at 11:57 AM
Bobwhite wears the autumn’s hush,
Painted in a woodland brush.
Feathers speak in muted tones,
Echoing the roots and stones.

A Northern Bobwhite blends into autumn leaf litter, its plumage a mosaic of browns, blacks, whites, and orange in quiet forest camouflage.

#photography
November 19, 2025 at 5:13 AM
Goldenrod in twilight’s gleam,
Feels like walking through a dream.
The trees stand guard with quiet pride,
As stars begin to peek and hide.

Goldenrod fills a twilight meadow as summer fades into fall, framed by trees and a soft blue sky.

#photography
November 18, 2025 at 5:22 AM
For today’s #macromonday an Eastern Carpenter Bee on a flower, with glossy eyes, golden thorax hairs, and translucent wings. It looks like a tiny aviator pausing mid-mission to refuel on nectar.

#eastcoastkin #photography #macromonday
November 17, 2025 at 11:53 AM
Sharing for #imageandverse Sunday. A crescent moon over a fading twilight sky, with silhouetted trees framing a peaceful, introspective moment.
#photography #eastcoastkin
November 16, 2025 at 5:18 AM
For today’s #BlueskyArtShow theme of #Bright - Sunlight slices through tilted blinds, casting sharp shadows and radiant flares. A quiet moment becomes electric as brightness floods the frame, hinting at clarity, warmth, and the promise of a new day.

#eastcoastkin #photography
November 15, 2025 at 1:31 PM
Among the stones it makes its bed
With hues of blue and hints of red
Its colors sing of salt and sun
Of journeys deep, now softly done

A vibrant sea snail shell glows among dark coastal rocks, revealing rich spirals of purple, blue, and red.

#photography
November 14, 2025 at 11:45 AM
The rocks were grumpy, old, and gray,
They hadn’t moved since yesterday.
The trail said, “Fine, I’ll curve around,”
And left them rooted in the ground.

A root-laced forest trail winds through mossy woods, inviting a quiet hike through textured terrain and filtered light.

#photography
November 13, 2025 at 11:46 AM
The bricks are old, they’ve seen it all
Each shadow cast, each midnight call
Yet still they hold their breath and stare
At what might knock, or not be there

A lonely door waits beneath its spotlight, dreaming of midnight visitors and whispered secrets.

#photography
November 12, 2025 at 5:28 AM
A smear of motion, rust and light,
Slides past the trees without a fight.
The snow mound listens, still and pale,
To stories told by wind and rail.

A freight train dreams itself into a red ribbon, gliding past ghost trees and moon hush, while the field whispers secrets to the reeds.

#photography
November 11, 2025 at 5:19 AM