Drikus
@drikus7write.bsky.social
Word-organizing writer, hobbyist photographer, conversationalist, just treading carefully in this world, where we need to live more of GOD instead of for ourselves.
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November 9, 2025 at 5:41 PM
What do you call a white creeping rose that is showing it can have single buds as well as clustered buds? Just a rose. And the insects, love it, especially the bees.
#climbing_roses
#white_and_green
#writers_unite
#what_you_see_through_a_lens
#photography
#writing_about_flowers
#flowers_in_spring
#climbing_roses
#white_and_green
#writers_unite
#what_you_see_through_a_lens
#photography
#writing_about_flowers
#flowers_in_spring
October 30, 2025 at 12:37 PM
What do you call a white creeping rose that is showing it can have single buds as well as clustered buds? Just a rose. And the insects, love it, especially the bees.
#climbing_roses
#white_and_green
#writers_unite
#what_you_see_through_a_lens
#photography
#writing_about_flowers
#flowers_in_spring
#climbing_roses
#white_and_green
#writers_unite
#what_you_see_through_a_lens
#photography
#writing_about_flowers
#flowers_in_spring
Is a pink rose in shadow still a pink rose?
A shadowed pink rose...
#flowers_from_a_garden
#poets_unite
#writers_here_is_a_story
#roses_and_roses
#leaves_on_a_rose
#garden_photography
#sunny_day_photos
A shadowed pink rose...
#flowers_from_a_garden
#poets_unite
#writers_here_is_a_story
#roses_and_roses
#leaves_on_a_rose
#garden_photography
#sunny_day_photos
October 30, 2025 at 12:29 PM
Is a pink rose in shadow still a pink rose?
A shadowed pink rose...
#flowers_from_a_garden
#poets_unite
#writers_here_is_a_story
#roses_and_roses
#leaves_on_a_rose
#garden_photography
#sunny_day_photos
A shadowed pink rose...
#flowers_from_a_garden
#poets_unite
#writers_here_is_a_story
#roses_and_roses
#leaves_on_a_rose
#garden_photography
#sunny_day_photos
A brown iris.
One can see Spring is slowly waning, although we have had a lot of rain, in my neck of valley, which is strange for this time of year.
#flowers
#nature
#beautiful_natural
#no_artificial_intelligence
#photography
#garden_moments
#scent
One can see Spring is slowly waning, although we have had a lot of rain, in my neck of valley, which is strange for this time of year.
#flowers
#nature
#beautiful_natural
#no_artificial_intelligence
#photography
#garden_moments
#scent
October 30, 2025 at 12:20 PM
A brown iris.
One can see Spring is slowly waning, although we have had a lot of rain, in my neck of valley, which is strange for this time of year.
#flowers
#nature
#beautiful_natural
#no_artificial_intelligence
#photography
#garden_moments
#scent
One can see Spring is slowly waning, although we have had a lot of rain, in my neck of valley, which is strange for this time of year.
#flowers
#nature
#beautiful_natural
#no_artificial_intelligence
#photography
#garden_moments
#scent
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A climbing white rose.
Early Spring flowers are starting to die, while others are starting to bloom.
The vegetable garden is also growing along nicely.
#garden_and_home
#flowers_roses
#roses_climbing
#in_the_garden
#where_flowers_are_grown
#growing_a_garden
#spring_blooms
Early Spring flowers are starting to die, while others are starting to bloom.
The vegetable garden is also growing along nicely.
#garden_and_home
#flowers_roses
#roses_climbing
#in_the_garden
#where_flowers_are_grown
#growing_a_garden
#spring_blooms
October 24, 2025 at 2:43 PM
A climbing white rose.
Early Spring flowers are starting to die, while others are starting to bloom.
The vegetable garden is also growing along nicely.
#garden_and_home
#flowers_roses
#roses_climbing
#in_the_garden
#where_flowers_are_grown
#growing_a_garden
#spring_blooms
Early Spring flowers are starting to die, while others are starting to bloom.
The vegetable garden is also growing along nicely.
#garden_and_home
#flowers_roses
#roses_climbing
#in_the_garden
#where_flowers_are_grown
#growing_a_garden
#spring_blooms
The little things in life, a wild petunia showing some age.
Flowers need to look natural, that's what nature is for.
#petunia
#flowers_in_a_garden
#nature's_offering
#breathe_fresh_air
#writing_poetry
#through_a_photographer's_eyes
#moments_of_life
Flowers need to look natural, that's what nature is for.
#petunia
#flowers_in_a_garden
#nature's_offering
#breathe_fresh_air
#writing_poetry
#through_a_photographer's_eyes
#moments_of_life
October 11, 2025 at 10:16 AM
The little things in life, a wild petunia showing some age.
Flowers need to look natural, that's what nature is for.
#petunia
#flowers_in_a_garden
#nature's_offering
#breathe_fresh_air
#writing_poetry
#through_a_photographer's_eyes
#moments_of_life
Flowers need to look natural, that's what nature is for.
#petunia
#flowers_in_a_garden
#nature's_offering
#breathe_fresh_air
#writing_poetry
#through_a_photographer's_eyes
#moments_of_life
I always wonder why it's called Moses In A Basket, I don't see any baskets nearby. And some bug had a munch of the flower petals, perhaps it was something tasty.
#flowers
#garden
#raindrops
#look_at_the_little_things
#life_is_a_miracle
#photography
#spend_time_outside_even_five_minutes_is_just_fine
#flowers
#garden
#raindrops
#look_at_the_little_things
#life_is_a_miracle
#photography
#spend_time_outside_even_five_minutes_is_just_fine
October 11, 2025 at 10:12 AM
I always wonder why it's called Moses In A Basket, I don't see any baskets nearby. And some bug had a munch of the flower petals, perhaps it was something tasty.
#flowers
#garden
#raindrops
#look_at_the_little_things
#life_is_a_miracle
#photography
#spend_time_outside_even_five_minutes_is_just_fine
#flowers
#garden
#raindrops
#look_at_the_little_things
#life_is_a_miracle
#photography
#spend_time_outside_even_five_minutes_is_just_fine
Existence - 11/10/2025
Every story worth telling
exists within something new,
riverboats flowing down rivers
candles burning wax falling skew.
Your mind a paper of thoughts,
animals greet with a howl or a scowl
fishes caught in a tidal pool,
hazy clouds to stare at not for a howl.
#short_poetry
Every story worth telling
exists within something new,
riverboats flowing down rivers
candles burning wax falling skew.
Your mind a paper of thoughts,
animals greet with a howl or a scowl
fishes caught in a tidal pool,
hazy clouds to stare at not for a howl.
#short_poetry
October 11, 2025 at 10:06 AM
Existence - 11/10/2025
Every story worth telling
exists within something new,
riverboats flowing down rivers
candles burning wax falling skew.
Your mind a paper of thoughts,
animals greet with a howl or a scowl
fishes caught in a tidal pool,
hazy clouds to stare at not for a howl.
#short_poetry
Every story worth telling
exists within something new,
riverboats flowing down rivers
candles burning wax falling skew.
Your mind a paper of thoughts,
animals greet with a howl or a scowl
fishes caught in a tidal pool,
hazy clouds to stare at not for a howl.
#short_poetry
Sparks In Silence - 11/10/2025
Slowing down the streets run uneven,
moisture fills the air like car fumes,
escape to green space protection,
noticing time not a reason given.
Ignite
land bright
move forward fight.
Cold brings softness in the weather,
chasing summer away,
a heart inside heather.
Slowing down the streets run uneven,
moisture fills the air like car fumes,
escape to green space protection,
noticing time not a reason given.
Ignite
land bright
move forward fight.
Cold brings softness in the weather,
chasing summer away,
a heart inside heather.
October 11, 2025 at 9:59 AM
Sparks In Silence - 11/10/2025
Slowing down the streets run uneven,
moisture fills the air like car fumes,
escape to green space protection,
noticing time not a reason given.
Ignite
land bright
move forward fight.
Cold brings softness in the weather,
chasing summer away,
a heart inside heather.
Slowing down the streets run uneven,
moisture fills the air like car fumes,
escape to green space protection,
noticing time not a reason given.
Ignite
land bright
move forward fight.
Cold brings softness in the weather,
chasing summer away,
a heart inside heather.
I am as random as random can be.
Sometimes I wonder how true that actually is.
You should see me when I am working the garden, it takes me a few hours to make up mind whether I want to keep a certain weed or pull it all out. Then again wait it has a flower, now where is my camera?
#gardening
#photo
Sometimes I wonder how true that actually is.
You should see me when I am working the garden, it takes me a few hours to make up mind whether I want to keep a certain weed or pull it all out. Then again wait it has a flower, now where is my camera?
#gardening
#photo
a man in a cowboy hat is walking through a wooden fence in a yard .
ALT: a man in a cowboy hat is walking through a wooden fence in a yard .
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October 8, 2025 at 1:30 PM
I am as random as random can be.
Sometimes I wonder how true that actually is.
You should see me when I am working the garden, it takes me a few hours to make up mind whether I want to keep a certain weed or pull it all out. Then again wait it has a flower, now where is my camera?
#gardening
#photo
Sometimes I wonder how true that actually is.
You should see me when I am working the garden, it takes me a few hours to make up mind whether I want to keep a certain weed or pull it all out. Then again wait it has a flower, now where is my camera?
#gardening
#photo
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Writers get your pens and thinking hats for some inspiration...
The sea never stands still. The golden glow of the setting sun met the waves for just a second.
Why can't I find inspiration like this when I really have to write? Why do I need to read on it on Bluesky updates?
#writing
#updates
#think
The sea never stands still. The golden glow of the setting sun met the waves for just a second.
Why can't I find inspiration like this when I really have to write? Why do I need to read on it on Bluesky updates?
#writing
#updates
#think
October 8, 2025 at 1:06 PM
Story begins...
"It was a dark and stormy night..."
The 5th book I've read starting so, the authors are not related in any way, although 2 know about each other.
Really wondering why people can't find other words to describe a storm.
Maybe... Thunder and lightning ricochets from the sky.
#writing
"It was a dark and stormy night..."
The 5th book I've read starting so, the authors are not related in any way, although 2 know about each other.
Really wondering why people can't find other words to describe a storm.
Maybe... Thunder and lightning ricochets from the sky.
#writing
October 8, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Story begins...
"It was a dark and stormy night..."
The 5th book I've read starting so, the authors are not related in any way, although 2 know about each other.
Really wondering why people can't find other words to describe a storm.
Maybe... Thunder and lightning ricochets from the sky.
#writing
"It was a dark and stormy night..."
The 5th book I've read starting so, the authors are not related in any way, although 2 know about each other.
Really wondering why people can't find other words to describe a storm.
Maybe... Thunder and lightning ricochets from the sky.
#writing
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Jane Goodall was a fierce advocate for primates, and an environmentalist of extraordinary character. I admired her
my entire adult life. What she did for science and women in science is also part of her legacy. She will be missed.
thehill.com/blogs/in-the...
my entire adult life. What she did for science and women in science is also part of her legacy. She will be missed.
thehill.com/blogs/in-the...
October 2, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Jane Goodall was a fierce advocate for primates, and an environmentalist of extraordinary character. I admired her
my entire adult life. What she did for science and women in science is also part of her legacy. She will be missed.
thehill.com/blogs/in-the...
my entire adult life. What she did for science and women in science is also part of her legacy. She will be missed.
thehill.com/blogs/in-the...
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A golden hush on rippling glass.
Reeds like sentries let the evening pass.
Roots clutch the earth in patient prayer.
The warm light burning in quiet air.
Day sinks softly without a sound.
Heaven touching the soggy ground.
Reeds like sentries let the evening pass.
Roots clutch the earth in patient prayer.
The warm light burning in quiet air.
Day sinks softly without a sound.
Heaven touching the soggy ground.
October 2, 2025 at 11:19 AM
A golden hush on rippling glass.
Reeds like sentries let the evening pass.
Roots clutch the earth in patient prayer.
The warm light burning in quiet air.
Day sinks softly without a sound.
Heaven touching the soggy ground.
Reeds like sentries let the evening pass.
Roots clutch the earth in patient prayer.
The warm light burning in quiet air.
Day sinks softly without a sound.
Heaven touching the soggy ground.
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“Hope is often misunderstood. People tend to think that it is simply passive wishful thinking: I hope something will happen but I’m not going to do anything about it. This is indeed the opposite of real hope, which requires action and engagement.”
Dr Jane Goodall
Rest in peace.
Dr Jane Goodall
Rest in peace.
October 1, 2025 at 8:01 PM
“Hope is often misunderstood. People tend to think that it is simply passive wishful thinking: I hope something will happen but I’m not going to do anything about it. This is indeed the opposite of real hope, which requires action and engagement.”
Dr Jane Goodall
Rest in peace.
Dr Jane Goodall
Rest in peace.
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Vincent van Gogh, Dutch (1853-1890), The White Cottage Among the Olive Trees, 1889, oil on canvas, 70 x 60 cm, private collection
September 30, 2025 at 2:48 PM
Vincent van Gogh, Dutch (1853-1890), The White Cottage Among the Olive Trees, 1889, oil on canvas, 70 x 60 cm, private collection
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Here, read my poem
Understand me
I Am the Bear
Spirit Song of the North
I am the bear, shadow of the pine,
Bone of the mountain, blood of the time.
I walk where the glacier breathes through the stone,
Where wind speaks names in a tongue unknown.
Understand me
I Am the Bear
Spirit Song of the North
I am the bear, shadow of the pine,
Bone of the mountain, blood of the time.
I walk where the glacier breathes through the stone,
Where wind speaks names in a tongue unknown.
October 1, 2025 at 6:49 AM
Here, read my poem
Understand me
I Am the Bear
Spirit Song of the North
I am the bear, shadow of the pine,
Bone of the mountain, blood of the time.
I walk where the glacier breathes through the stone,
Where wind speaks names in a tongue unknown.
Understand me
I Am the Bear
Spirit Song of the North
I am the bear, shadow of the pine,
Bone of the mountain, blood of the time.
I walk where the glacier breathes through the stone,
Where wind speaks names in a tongue unknown.
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Reposted by Drikus
"Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see."
-Mark Twain
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-Mark Twain
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September 30, 2025 at 5:28 AM
"Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see."
-Mark Twain
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-Mark Twain
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September 29, 2025 at 3:43 PM
Apparently, this is called a Hellebores or something like that. For some strange reason I thought it was called Borealis. What whatever the name is it is a beautiful flower for me.
#flowers
#flower_photography
#catch_moments_on_camera
#photography
#gardening
#writing_about_flowers
#pure_beauty
#flowers
#flower_photography
#catch_moments_on_camera
#photography
#gardening
#writing_about_flowers
#pure_beauty
September 29, 2025 at 4:28 PM
Apparently, this is called a Hellebores or something like that. For some strange reason I thought it was called Borealis. What whatever the name is it is a beautiful flower for me.
#flowers
#flower_photography
#catch_moments_on_camera
#photography
#gardening
#writing_about_flowers
#pure_beauty
#flowers
#flower_photography
#catch_moments_on_camera
#photography
#gardening
#writing_about_flowers
#pure_beauty