Terry S. Feagin
@terrysfeagin.bsky.social
Lover of God, life, earth, humility, nature, animals and peace...
Here for community, inspiration and brief moments of escapism ~ photography, art, philosophy, poetry and beauty around our magnificent planet and all its inhabitants.
Here for community, inspiration and brief moments of escapism ~ photography, art, philosophy, poetry and beauty around our magnificent planet and all its inhabitants.
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I dared to go for an evening walk in the park, in the cold and dark.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. 🖤
― Edgar Allan Poe
#FebruArty2026 #fear
#trees #phoography
#EastCoastKin
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. 🖤
― Edgar Allan Poe
#FebruArty2026 #fear
#trees #phoography
#EastCoastKin
February 10, 2026 at 8:20 PM
I dared to go for an evening walk in the park, in the cold and dark.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. 🖤
― Edgar Allan Poe
#FebruArty2026 #fear
#trees #phoography
#EastCoastKin
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. 🖤
― Edgar Allan Poe
#FebruArty2026 #fear
#trees #phoography
#EastCoastKin
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London, England
February 10, 2026 at 5:01 PM
London, England
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February 6, 2026 at 7:03 PM
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Deep breaths…
Slow releases…
Slow pace
Presence
Existence
Gratefulness
Slow releases…
Slow pace
Presence
Existence
Gratefulness
February 8, 2026 at 5:01 PM
Deep breaths…
Slow releases…
Slow pace
Presence
Existence
Gratefulness
Slow releases…
Slow pace
Presence
Existence
Gratefulness
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… a true story …
February 9, 2026 at 5:56 PM
… a true story …
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Clear days bring the mountains down
to my doorstep,
Calm nights give the rivers their say,
The wind puts its hand to my shoulder
some evenings,
And then I don't think,
I just leave what I'm doing,
And I go the soul's way.
John Moriarty
to my doorstep,
Calm nights give the rivers their say,
The wind puts its hand to my shoulder
some evenings,
And then I don't think,
I just leave what I'm doing,
And I go the soul's way.
John Moriarty
February 9, 2026 at 2:14 PM
Clear days bring the mountains down
to my doorstep,
Calm nights give the rivers their say,
The wind puts its hand to my shoulder
some evenings,
And then I don't think,
I just leave what I'm doing,
And I go the soul's way.
John Moriarty
to my doorstep,
Calm nights give the rivers their say,
The wind puts its hand to my shoulder
some evenings,
And then I don't think,
I just leave what I'm doing,
And I go the soul's way.
John Moriarty
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February 8, 2026 at 9:35 PM
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My Quest Is
to feel the beauty of the night before it's dawn
to treasure warmth before it turns to frost
appreciate what's in front of me before it's gone
and love the things I have before they're lost
#poetry
to feel the beauty of the night before it's dawn
to treasure warmth before it turns to frost
appreciate what's in front of me before it's gone
and love the things I have before they're lost
#poetry
February 8, 2026 at 7:17 PM
My Quest Is
to feel the beauty of the night before it's dawn
to treasure warmth before it turns to frost
appreciate what's in front of me before it's gone
and love the things I have before they're lost
#poetry
to feel the beauty of the night before it's dawn
to treasure warmth before it turns to frost
appreciate what's in front of me before it's gone
and love the things I have before they're lost
#poetry
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February 9, 2026 at 10:54 AM
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in a country
s c r e a m i n g
to be heard,
I’ll be over here
w h I s p e r i n g
love into the wind.
#micropoetry #micropoem #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #blueskypoetry #poem #poet #author #writer
s c r e a m i n g
to be heard,
I’ll be over here
w h I s p e r i n g
love into the wind.
#micropoetry #micropoem #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #blueskypoetry #poem #poet #author #writer
February 9, 2026 at 11:43 AM
in a country
s c r e a m i n g
to be heard,
I’ll be over here
w h I s p e r i n g
love into the wind.
#micropoetry #micropoem #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #blueskypoetry #poem #poet #author #writer
s c r e a m i n g
to be heard,
I’ll be over here
w h I s p e r i n g
love into the wind.
#micropoetry #micropoem #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #blueskypoetry #poem #poet #author #writer
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February 9, 2026 at 3:37 PM
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“The relation between what we see and what we know is never settled. Each evening we see the sun set. We know that the earth is turning away from it. Yet the knowledge, the explanation, never quite fits the sight.”
John Berger.
John Berger.
February 8, 2026 at 8:21 PM
“The relation between what we see and what we know is never settled. Each evening we see the sun set. We know that the earth is turning away from it. Yet the knowledge, the explanation, never quite fits the sight.”
John Berger.
John Berger.
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Disjointed Growth (2024)
Photography composite
Sono Una Fotografia
On body, degeneration, growth, and identity
#ArtofSelfPortraiture #collage #photography
Photography composite
Sono Una Fotografia
On body, degeneration, growth, and identity
#ArtofSelfPortraiture #collage #photography
February 8, 2026 at 8:45 PM
Disjointed Growth (2024)
Photography composite
Sono Una Fotografia
On body, degeneration, growth, and identity
#ArtofSelfPortraiture #collage #photography
Photography composite
Sono Una Fotografia
On body, degeneration, growth, and identity
#ArtofSelfPortraiture #collage #photography
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A salt-hush as the wind arranges everything. It combs the rolling waves, it stacks the clouds in pewter slabs and rakes the light that fractures through. Out on the gloom-line blades carve slow, patient circles in the fluid air - the only constant in this shifting, restless, shushing hour.
February 8, 2026 at 3:59 PM
A salt-hush as the wind arranges everything. It combs the rolling waves, it stacks the clouds in pewter slabs and rakes the light that fractures through. Out on the gloom-line blades carve slow, patient circles in the fluid air - the only constant in this shifting, restless, shushing hour.
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; a flurry of pink;
fallen blossom floats gently
in the mid-spring breeze.
ground brushed softly with
pastel blush // a dusting of
petal confetti.
#dailyhaikuprompt #flurry #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry #writing #writingcommunity #blossom #photography #naturephotography #flowerphotography
fallen blossom floats gently
in the mid-spring breeze.
ground brushed softly with
pastel blush // a dusting of
petal confetti.
#dailyhaikuprompt #flurry #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry #writing #writingcommunity #blossom #photography #naturephotography #flowerphotography
February 8, 2026 at 4:18 PM
; a flurry of pink;
fallen blossom floats gently
in the mid-spring breeze.
ground brushed softly with
pastel blush // a dusting of
petal confetti.
#dailyhaikuprompt #flurry #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry #writing #writingcommunity #blossom #photography #naturephotography #flowerphotography
fallen blossom floats gently
in the mid-spring breeze.
ground brushed softly with
pastel blush // a dusting of
petal confetti.
#dailyhaikuprompt #flurry #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry #writing #writingcommunity #blossom #photography #naturephotography #flowerphotography
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February 8, 2026 at 8:06 PM
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our
comforting
moments,
wishing that I
didn’t crave them,
that vulnerability-
peace;
moments I didn’t
have for so
long
moments I didn’t
know I needed,
now gone
#poetry
comforting
moments,
wishing that I
didn’t crave them,
that vulnerability-
peace;
moments I didn’t
have for so
long
moments I didn’t
know I needed,
now gone
#poetry
February 8, 2026 at 5:02 PM
our
comforting
moments,
wishing that I
didn’t crave them,
that vulnerability-
peace;
moments I didn’t
have for so
long
moments I didn’t
know I needed,
now gone
#poetry
comforting
moments,
wishing that I
didn’t crave them,
that vulnerability-
peace;
moments I didn’t
have for so
long
moments I didn’t
know I needed,
now gone
#poetry
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Joseph Alleman (American, b.1975)
"Mid Winter Morning," 2014
Oil on canvas
34 x 48 in
#art #painting #artist #BlueSkyArt
"Mid Winter Morning," 2014
Oil on canvas
34 x 48 in
#art #painting #artist #BlueSkyArt
February 9, 2026 at 4:55 PM
Joseph Alleman (American, b.1975)
"Mid Winter Morning," 2014
Oil on canvas
34 x 48 in
#art #painting #artist #BlueSkyArt
"Mid Winter Morning," 2014
Oil on canvas
34 x 48 in
#art #painting #artist #BlueSkyArt
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"The Promise of Spring"
acrylic on canvas
30x72 inches
Nicki Ault
2026
#prairielandscape #wildgrasses #CanadianArtist #blueskyart
acrylic on canvas
30x72 inches
Nicki Ault
2026
#prairielandscape #wildgrasses #CanadianArtist #blueskyart
February 8, 2026 at 10:17 PM
"The Promise of Spring"
acrylic on canvas
30x72 inches
Nicki Ault
2026
#prairielandscape #wildgrasses #CanadianArtist #blueskyart
acrylic on canvas
30x72 inches
Nicki Ault
2026
#prairielandscape #wildgrasses #CanadianArtist #blueskyart