Greg Hartwick (twicktwit)
@greghartwick.bsky.social
Retired medical research scientist. Atheist. Science nerd. Art lover. Computers and AI artist. LGBTQIA+ ally. BLM ally. Account Creation 8/23/2023 No 🚫 DM
December 2, 2025 at 8:56 PM
December 2, 2025 at 8:55 PM
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December 2, 2025 at 5:05 PM
“The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
The little birds are piping yet
Among the bushes and trees;
There’s a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,
And a far-off wind that rushes,….”
—William Wordsworth (The Sun Has Long Been Set) 1807
#AIart #Midjourney7 #Poetry
—William Wordsworth (The Sun Has Long Been Set) 1807
#AIart #Midjourney7 #Poetry
December 2, 2025 at 12:46 PM
“The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
The little birds are piping yet
Among the bushes and trees;
There’s a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,
And a far-off wind that rushes,….”
—William Wordsworth (The Sun Has Long Been Set) 1807
#AIart #Midjourney7 #Poetry
—William Wordsworth (The Sun Has Long Been Set) 1807
#AIart #Midjourney7 #Poetry
December 1, 2025 at 8:28 PM
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December 1, 2025 at 11:24 AM
“There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
That dwells where’er the gentle southwind blows;
Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,
The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,
The leaves above their sunny palms outspread….”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1886
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1886
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
December 1, 2025 at 10:41 AM
“There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
That dwells where’er the gentle southwind blows;
Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,
The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,
The leaves above their sunny palms outspread….”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1886
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1886
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
November 30, 2025 at 9:05 PM
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November 30, 2025 at 12:56 PM
“Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,
Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;…”
—John Keats (Hyperion) 1795 – 1821
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,
Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;…”
—John Keats (Hyperion) 1795 – 1821
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
November 30, 2025 at 12:02 PM
“Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,
Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;…”
—John Keats (Hyperion) 1795 – 1821
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,
Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;…”
—John Keats (Hyperion) 1795 – 1821
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
November 29, 2025 at 9:09 PM
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