17 Sept 2024 Super Moon Harvest Moon with a partial Lunar eclipse.
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“The only thing Maria does is talk. During breakfast, after, during rides. In short, whenever we are [with her], and there is no way to stop her.” —a disgruntled Tatiana, 1916
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okay this is still a wip (i'm planning to render 😭) but just in case i don't get to finish it or i lose motivation have thee. yeah
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oh
that kind of season…
when the lotus blooms, a delicate beauty rising from serene waters
each petal unfolds like a whispered secret, revealing a dance of colors—soft pinks and whites, kissed by the sun
as the warm breeze gently stirs, these flowers become nature's poetry, a reminder of peace and the simple joys of a summer's day
in their presence, time slows, and the world feels at peace, bathed in the gentle glow of their elegance.
🪷
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suddenly I’m 7 again with the way I write about the things in this journal. As if I’m trying to sooth my inner child and his heart. I can be both, 30 and 7 at the same time. Being kind to yourself doesn’t go away when you grow up. That’s something I need to remind myself often too. ✍🏼
reblog is ok, don’t repost/use
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Went out to get some Milky Way photos. To much light pollution but it made for an interesting cloud in the shot.
Nikon D750 50mm F2.8 8sec.
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Maria Nikolaevna, the Lefty
"Of course, it's more difficult to for Maria Nikolaevna and Anastasia Nikolaevna to write, but all the same, give them my greeting and my impatient expectation from them, a letter, especially from Maria Nikolaevna, from whom I have not received a line yet, and meanwhile I am wondering whether it is true that she forgot me and does not want to write because she is not allowed to write with her left hand, and the right one refuses to write. Yes, and please tell Maria Nikolaevna what I saw five days ago in a dream: her right hand index finger and little finger were bandaged. After all, that's what the thoughts mean. In the afternoon I puzzle in my head, why she does not write, but in my dream I see the reason I did not think about, because I know from your letters that you are all, thank God, healthy." - Petr Vasilievich Petrov to Olga Nikolaevna, 1909.
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To be honest I wish I had chosen a different photo now that I saw the finalists. I had several that were of similar composition but how would I know what they were looking for. I also had some I took from the weekend after it closed I might have chosen instead. Oh well.
I wasn't going to bother posting it but here it is.
@animatedjen (as requested...)
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Big moon! Big moon! Big moon!
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