Emkaydub
@themkdub.bsky.social
Seeker. Observer. Quiet builder. Intolerant of injustices.
Breaking moonlight.
As I came home, I opened the door but quickly turned to face the racing clouds for tonight’s moon shadows.
She showed but her cheek. I was too slow to photograph that. I knelt before her hoping she’d smile once again. She winked and gave this: gift of my favorite tree.
As I came home, I opened the door but quickly turned to face the racing clouds for tonight’s moon shadows.
She showed but her cheek. I was too slow to photograph that. I knelt before her hoping she’d smile once again. She winked and gave this: gift of my favorite tree.
December 3, 2025 at 11:58 AM
Breaking moonlight.
As I came home, I opened the door but quickly turned to face the racing clouds for tonight’s moon shadows.
She showed but her cheek. I was too slow to photograph that. I knelt before her hoping she’d smile once again. She winked and gave this: gift of my favorite tree.
As I came home, I opened the door but quickly turned to face the racing clouds for tonight’s moon shadows.
She showed but her cheek. I was too slow to photograph that. I knelt before her hoping she’d smile once again. She winked and gave this: gift of my favorite tree.
Starbright.
It’s been a hell of a moon this month and it’s only just over half full (the moon, not the month).
The trees, always reach for light. Might we do the same?
It’s been a hell of a moon this month and it’s only just over half full (the moon, not the month).
The trees, always reach for light. Might we do the same?
December 2, 2025 at 12:01 PM
Starbright.
It’s been a hell of a moon this month and it’s only just over half full (the moon, not the month).
The trees, always reach for light. Might we do the same?
It’s been a hell of a moon this month and it’s only just over half full (the moon, not the month).
The trees, always reach for light. Might we do the same?
Haunted Moon Treescape.
Each month the moon speaks. She speaks differently because we need her to. We’re always in a different place and though clarity in understanding eludes us most of the time, we can get a glimpse every now and then.
Each month the moon speaks. She speaks differently because we need her to. We’re always in a different place and though clarity in understanding eludes us most of the time, we can get a glimpse every now and then.
December 1, 2025 at 11:55 AM
Haunted Moon Treescape.
Each month the moon speaks. She speaks differently because we need her to. We’re always in a different place and though clarity in understanding eludes us most of the time, we can get a glimpse every now and then.
Each month the moon speaks. She speaks differently because we need her to. We’re always in a different place and though clarity in understanding eludes us most of the time, we can get a glimpse every now and then.
Enormous, but subtle.
Almost an oxymoron if I ever heard one. But the moon tells us more than we can ever tell her.
The glow of the last of the light sits in the chalice.
Even at half strength, she moves us in ways unknown.
Almost an oxymoron if I ever heard one. But the moon tells us more than we can ever tell her.
The glow of the last of the light sits in the chalice.
Even at half strength, she moves us in ways unknown.
November 30, 2025 at 12:23 PM
Enormous, but subtle.
Almost an oxymoron if I ever heard one. But the moon tells us more than we can ever tell her.
The glow of the last of the light sits in the chalice.
Even at half strength, she moves us in ways unknown.
Almost an oxymoron if I ever heard one. But the moon tells us more than we can ever tell her.
The glow of the last of the light sits in the chalice.
Even at half strength, she moves us in ways unknown.
Haloed half moon.
On the way to Shepherdstown last night, the wonderful clouds cupped, caressed and created a dramatic moonscape for those attending the celebratory Season.
Community came, though breezy and cold. We smiled in the tradition, drank hot cocoa, and joined the community.
Love.
On the way to Shepherdstown last night, the wonderful clouds cupped, caressed and created a dramatic moonscape for those attending the celebratory Season.
Community came, though breezy and cold. We smiled in the tradition, drank hot cocoa, and joined the community.
Love.
November 29, 2025 at 12:24 PM
Haloed half moon.
On the way to Shepherdstown last night, the wonderful clouds cupped, caressed and created a dramatic moonscape for those attending the celebratory Season.
Community came, though breezy and cold. We smiled in the tradition, drank hot cocoa, and joined the community.
Love.
On the way to Shepherdstown last night, the wonderful clouds cupped, caressed and created a dramatic moonscape for those attending the celebratory Season.
Community came, though breezy and cold. We smiled in the tradition, drank hot cocoa, and joined the community.
Love.
Eastward bouquet.
I bought a bouquet for today and split it up to fit The Cabin more to my liking.
The foreground vase was my grandmother’s mason jar I pulled from my Summer Kitchen last year - new old stock. It says “perfect mason” on it.
Perfect for this.
I bought a bouquet for today and split it up to fit The Cabin more to my liking.
The foreground vase was my grandmother’s mason jar I pulled from my Summer Kitchen last year - new old stock. It says “perfect mason” on it.
Perfect for this.
November 28, 2025 at 12:45 PM
Eastward bouquet.
I bought a bouquet for today and split it up to fit The Cabin more to my liking.
The foreground vase was my grandmother’s mason jar I pulled from my Summer Kitchen last year - new old stock. It says “perfect mason” on it.
Perfect for this.
I bought a bouquet for today and split it up to fit The Cabin more to my liking.
The foreground vase was my grandmother’s mason jar I pulled from my Summer Kitchen last year - new old stock. It says “perfect mason” on it.
Perfect for this.
Low-west.
Stepping out after the rain, the sun snuck through the cloud bank, lit up the sycamores and set the willow oak ablaze.
I set my phone down. I looked at the light after the storm, grateful for the rain, and so much more.
Stepping out after the rain, the sun snuck through the cloud bank, lit up the sycamores and set the willow oak ablaze.
I set my phone down. I looked at the light after the storm, grateful for the rain, and so much more.
November 27, 2025 at 12:03 PM
Low-west.
Stepping out after the rain, the sun snuck through the cloud bank, lit up the sycamores and set the willow oak ablaze.
I set my phone down. I looked at the light after the storm, grateful for the rain, and so much more.
Stepping out after the rain, the sun snuck through the cloud bank, lit up the sycamores and set the willow oak ablaze.
I set my phone down. I looked at the light after the storm, grateful for the rain, and so much more.
My out back.
I saw some stars earlier so I knew the rain had cleared out, as much as we needed it, but the chores of morning were conspiring against me before I could get a bunch, so I got just the one.
Mariners of old could set their course by stars. Why can’t we, even with just the one?
I saw some stars earlier so I knew the rain had cleared out, as much as we needed it, but the chores of morning were conspiring against me before I could get a bunch, so I got just the one.
Mariners of old could set their course by stars. Why can’t we, even with just the one?
November 26, 2025 at 11:57 AM
My out back.
I saw some stars earlier so I knew the rain had cleared out, as much as we needed it, but the chores of morning were conspiring against me before I could get a bunch, so I got just the one.
Mariners of old could set their course by stars. Why can’t we, even with just the one?
I saw some stars earlier so I knew the rain had cleared out, as much as we needed it, but the chores of morning were conspiring against me before I could get a bunch, so I got just the one.
Mariners of old could set their course by stars. Why can’t we, even with just the one?
Grand locust with pink subtlety.
Its rise is turning on hot now through the trees with the majesty that she does so splendidly.
I’ve thought about just putting on a coat, but the fire inside calls, as does a hot cuppa, and The Boss’s “Secret Garden.”
Its rise is turning on hot now through the trees with the majesty that she does so splendidly.
I’ve thought about just putting on a coat, but the fire inside calls, as does a hot cuppa, and The Boss’s “Secret Garden.”
November 25, 2025 at 11:57 AM
Grand locust with pink subtlety.
Its rise is turning on hot now through the trees with the majesty that she does so splendidly.
I’ve thought about just putting on a coat, but the fire inside calls, as does a hot cuppa, and The Boss’s “Secret Garden.”
Its rise is turning on hot now through the trees with the majesty that she does so splendidly.
I’ve thought about just putting on a coat, but the fire inside calls, as does a hot cuppa, and The Boss’s “Secret Garden.”
8:45 clouds.
Taking photos at this time doesn’t fit into my normal schedule. But it’s the time of the year where I let spontaneity roll off my back more easily, and though I love the early morning and starry night’s challenge to the darkness, this is good for me… and I pursue wellness.
Taking photos at this time doesn’t fit into my normal schedule. But it’s the time of the year where I let spontaneity roll off my back more easily, and though I love the early morning and starry night’s challenge to the darkness, this is good for me… and I pursue wellness.
November 24, 2025 at 11:58 AM
8:45 clouds.
Taking photos at this time doesn’t fit into my normal schedule. But it’s the time of the year where I let spontaneity roll off my back more easily, and though I love the early morning and starry night’s challenge to the darkness, this is good for me… and I pursue wellness.
Taking photos at this time doesn’t fit into my normal schedule. But it’s the time of the year where I let spontaneity roll off my back more easily, and though I love the early morning and starry night’s challenge to the darkness, this is good for me… and I pursue wellness.
Long awaited path.
Hiking upon the ridge of The Appalachian Trail, the path is wide and welcoming, sometimes even soft, considering you’re walking on a giant rock outcropping.
Walk together.
Hiking upon the ridge of The Appalachian Trail, the path is wide and welcoming, sometimes even soft, considering you’re walking on a giant rock outcropping.
Walk together.
November 23, 2025 at 1:22 PM
Long awaited path.
Hiking upon the ridge of The Appalachian Trail, the path is wide and welcoming, sometimes even soft, considering you’re walking on a giant rock outcropping.
Walk together.
Hiking upon the ridge of The Appalachian Trail, the path is wide and welcoming, sometimes even soft, considering you’re walking on a giant rock outcropping.
Walk together.
Sweet Zen.
This is all locust. It smells sweet and is relatively easy to split, especially when you avoid the knots.
It seems to me when we can avoid known difficulties, perhaps we should.
For me, there’s something cathartic about stacking and splitting firewood.
This is all locust. It smells sweet and is relatively easy to split, especially when you avoid the knots.
It seems to me when we can avoid known difficulties, perhaps we should.
For me, there’s something cathartic about stacking and splitting firewood.
November 21, 2025 at 12:10 PM
Sweet Zen.
This is all locust. It smells sweet and is relatively easy to split, especially when you avoid the knots.
It seems to me when we can avoid known difficulties, perhaps we should.
For me, there’s something cathartic about stacking and splitting firewood.
This is all locust. It smells sweet and is relatively easy to split, especially when you avoid the knots.
It seems to me when we can avoid known difficulties, perhaps we should.
For me, there’s something cathartic about stacking and splitting firewood.
Beyond The Cat.
He loves to watch the sun rise whether I’m next to him or not. He loves to love, too, as evidenced here.
Whatever I’m doing isn’t as important as love and this is a good reminder.
He loves to watch the sun rise whether I’m next to him or not. He loves to love, too, as evidenced here.
Whatever I’m doing isn’t as important as love and this is a good reminder.
November 20, 2025 at 12:01 PM
Beyond The Cat.
He loves to watch the sun rise whether I’m next to him or not. He loves to love, too, as evidenced here.
Whatever I’m doing isn’t as important as love and this is a good reminder.
He loves to watch the sun rise whether I’m next to him or not. He loves to love, too, as evidenced here.
Whatever I’m doing isn’t as important as love and this is a good reminder.
Autumn’s blueberry leaves.
I’ve been meaning to walk into this part of The Garden for some time now. These leaves have been beckoning me. They’re as vibrant as ever.
Usually, the praying mantis leave their ootheca for me but this is not that. I hope they don’t mind sharing this space.
I’ve been meaning to walk into this part of The Garden for some time now. These leaves have been beckoning me. They’re as vibrant as ever.
Usually, the praying mantis leave their ootheca for me but this is not that. I hope they don’t mind sharing this space.
November 19, 2025 at 11:24 AM
Autumn’s blueberry leaves.
I’ve been meaning to walk into this part of The Garden for some time now. These leaves have been beckoning me. They’re as vibrant as ever.
Usually, the praying mantis leave their ootheca for me but this is not that. I hope they don’t mind sharing this space.
I’ve been meaning to walk into this part of The Garden for some time now. These leaves have been beckoning me. They’re as vibrant as ever.
Usually, the praying mantis leave their ootheca for me but this is not that. I hope they don’t mind sharing this space.
Anikan rising.
I feel the fight between the contrasting forces: the light, the dark. I’m drawn to both.
Each day we find opportunities to justify when we’ve succumbed to the dark side instead of regretting our feeble inhumanity.
But there’s today, an opportunity to rise with the light.
I feel the fight between the contrasting forces: the light, the dark. I’m drawn to both.
Each day we find opportunities to justify when we’ve succumbed to the dark side instead of regretting our feeble inhumanity.
But there’s today, an opportunity to rise with the light.
November 18, 2025 at 12:00 PM
Anikan rising.
I feel the fight between the contrasting forces: the light, the dark. I’m drawn to both.
Each day we find opportunities to justify when we’ve succumbed to the dark side instead of regretting our feeble inhumanity.
But there’s today, an opportunity to rise with the light.
I feel the fight between the contrasting forces: the light, the dark. I’m drawn to both.
Each day we find opportunities to justify when we’ve succumbed to the dark side instead of regretting our feeble inhumanity.
But there’s today, an opportunity to rise with the light.
Westward stars.
At the end of the day, lights out, I looked out, and through the window I saw these stars shining, and as per usual, they moved me for the final time.
Succumbing, enveloped by their blanket of power, it eased me down to sleep.
At the end of the day, lights out, I looked out, and through the window I saw these stars shining, and as per usual, they moved me for the final time.
Succumbing, enveloped by their blanket of power, it eased me down to sleep.
November 17, 2025 at 11:59 AM
Westward stars.
At the end of the day, lights out, I looked out, and through the window I saw these stars shining, and as per usual, they moved me for the final time.
Succumbing, enveloped by their blanket of power, it eased me down to sleep.
At the end of the day, lights out, I looked out, and through the window I saw these stars shining, and as per usual, they moved me for the final time.
Succumbing, enveloped by their blanket of power, it eased me down to sleep.
Rise over the East Field.
I had just about finished building the morning fire when I looked up to the light beckoning me outside.
I left the unfinished fire and like a moth, I went to the Big Flame.
Not all things need to be complicated. Being drawn to the light is one of those things.
I had just about finished building the morning fire when I looked up to the light beckoning me outside.
I left the unfinished fire and like a moth, I went to the Big Flame.
Not all things need to be complicated. Being drawn to the light is one of those things.
November 16, 2025 at 12:20 PM
Rise over the East Field.
I had just about finished building the morning fire when I looked up to the light beckoning me outside.
I left the unfinished fire and like a moth, I went to the Big Flame.
Not all things need to be complicated. Being drawn to the light is one of those things.
I had just about finished building the morning fire when I looked up to the light beckoning me outside.
I left the unfinished fire and like a moth, I went to the Big Flame.
Not all things need to be complicated. Being drawn to the light is one of those things.
Blurry drive.
Hungry before dark I headed to dinner. I didn’t hike the Appalachian Trail today, but I did cycle near it up the back country roads, seeing the beech trees holding onto their little leaves and a few stubborn oaks holding onto theirs.
This land, these roads, I love.
Hungry before dark I headed to dinner. I didn’t hike the Appalachian Trail today, but I did cycle near it up the back country roads, seeing the beech trees holding onto their little leaves and a few stubborn oaks holding onto theirs.
This land, these roads, I love.
November 15, 2025 at 12:36 PM
Blurry drive.
Hungry before dark I headed to dinner. I didn’t hike the Appalachian Trail today, but I did cycle near it up the back country roads, seeing the beech trees holding onto their little leaves and a few stubborn oaks holding onto theirs.
This land, these roads, I love.
Hungry before dark I headed to dinner. I didn’t hike the Appalachian Trail today, but I did cycle near it up the back country roads, seeing the beech trees holding onto their little leaves and a few stubborn oaks holding onto theirs.
This land, these roads, I love.
Evening power.
Even when the sun is gone, its power is felt.
Even though productivity was high for me today, it is nothing compared to this Grand Scheme Of Things.
Even when the sun is gone, its power is felt.
Even though productivity was high for me today, it is nothing compared to this Grand Scheme Of Things.
November 14, 2025 at 12:02 PM
Evening power.
Even when the sun is gone, its power is felt.
Even though productivity was high for me today, it is nothing compared to this Grand Scheme Of Things.
Even when the sun is gone, its power is felt.
Even though productivity was high for me today, it is nothing compared to this Grand Scheme Of Things.
Up to the top.
Hiking on the Appalachian Trail, I stopped to admire this giant.
It’s the enduring legacy more than the pile of money.
Hiking on the Appalachian Trail, I stopped to admire this giant.
It’s the enduring legacy more than the pile of money.
November 13, 2025 at 11:47 AM
Up to the top.
Hiking on the Appalachian Trail, I stopped to admire this giant.
It’s the enduring legacy more than the pile of money.
Hiking on the Appalachian Trail, I stopped to admire this giant.
It’s the enduring legacy more than the pile of money.
Morning Pink.
It’s all clouds today. I feel grateful, almost lucky to have received this gift of color at all.
It’s not always what we’d have chosen, but each day provides.
It’s all clouds today. I feel grateful, almost lucky to have received this gift of color at all.
It’s not always what we’d have chosen, but each day provides.
November 12, 2025 at 12:11 PM
Morning Pink.
It’s all clouds today. I feel grateful, almost lucky to have received this gift of color at all.
It’s not always what we’d have chosen, but each day provides.
It’s all clouds today. I feel grateful, almost lucky to have received this gift of color at all.
It’s not always what we’d have chosen, but each day provides.
Sky aflame.
I often wonder if it is in any way symbolic of what’s happening or if it’s just a weather pattern that’s so dramatic. Yes?
I often wonder if it is in any way symbolic of what’s happening or if it’s just a weather pattern that’s so dramatic. Yes?
November 11, 2025 at 11:54 AM
Sky aflame.
I often wonder if it is in any way symbolic of what’s happening or if it’s just a weather pattern that’s so dramatic. Yes?
I often wonder if it is in any way symbolic of what’s happening or if it’s just a weather pattern that’s so dramatic. Yes?
Moonrise through the trees.
This was one of the last shots I took of the big moon rising. The timing just worked out once again. The clouds made it seem a bit spooky, but I don’t fear these woods.
Hours aslumber are cut shorter and shorter.
It’s best we make the most of the time we have.
This was one of the last shots I took of the big moon rising. The timing just worked out once again. The clouds made it seem a bit spooky, but I don’t fear these woods.
Hours aslumber are cut shorter and shorter.
It’s best we make the most of the time we have.
November 10, 2025 at 11:41 AM
Moonrise through the trees.
This was one of the last shots I took of the big moon rising. The timing just worked out once again. The clouds made it seem a bit spooky, but I don’t fear these woods.
Hours aslumber are cut shorter and shorter.
It’s best we make the most of the time we have.
This was one of the last shots I took of the big moon rising. The timing just worked out once again. The clouds made it seem a bit spooky, but I don’t fear these woods.
Hours aslumber are cut shorter and shorter.
It’s best we make the most of the time we have.
Hedgehog moss.
As I walked a watershed forest, it was so nice to be inspired by the beauty great and small. The oaks were crowded so they grew up up up. In the dense shade, the moss finds cool reprieve and moisture for survival.
A place for all things and things in between.
As I walked a watershed forest, it was so nice to be inspired by the beauty great and small. The oaks were crowded so they grew up up up. In the dense shade, the moss finds cool reprieve and moisture for survival.
A place for all things and things in between.
November 9, 2025 at 12:37 PM
Hedgehog moss.
As I walked a watershed forest, it was so nice to be inspired by the beauty great and small. The oaks were crowded so they grew up up up. In the dense shade, the moss finds cool reprieve and moisture for survival.
A place for all things and things in between.
As I walked a watershed forest, it was so nice to be inspired by the beauty great and small. The oaks were crowded so they grew up up up. In the dense shade, the moss finds cool reprieve and moisture for survival.
A place for all things and things in between.
Moon through.
It was a hot mess of jumbled blue dots flying around but with plenty of patience, more dots than I’d like, and a steady hand, a few good shots happened.
Mosaics: building of the picture with many small pieces.
It was a hot mess of jumbled blue dots flying around but with plenty of patience, more dots than I’d like, and a steady hand, a few good shots happened.
Mosaics: building of the picture with many small pieces.
November 8, 2025 at 11:51 AM
Moon through.
It was a hot mess of jumbled blue dots flying around but with plenty of patience, more dots than I’d like, and a steady hand, a few good shots happened.
Mosaics: building of the picture with many small pieces.
It was a hot mess of jumbled blue dots flying around but with plenty of patience, more dots than I’d like, and a steady hand, a few good shots happened.
Mosaics: building of the picture with many small pieces.