If I were Paul McCartney, I would consider faking that I was really Billy Shears for all those years, and is tired of living the lie after replacing the “real Paul”. https://instagr.am/p/CmNQg3UMf-v/
Social isolation day #1007
Wearher – 39F, and now drizzling rain
Creatures seen – handful of squirrels, a possum, no birds at all, no humans!
As I trudged through the swamp today, I could feel the cold seeping into my bones. The region was thick with fog, making it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of me. I wrapped my scarf tighter around my neck and pulled my jacket closer, trying to keep out the chill.
The ground beneath my feet was spongy and unstable, making it a challenge to keep my balance. I could hear the squelching of my shoes as I walked, the sound echoing through the stillness of the air.
As I walked deeper into the bog, I began to see strange shapes emerging from the fog. The trees here were twisted and gnarled, their branches reaching out like grasping hands. I could see patches of moss and ferns, their green hues standing out against the dull gray of the air.
Suddenly, I heard a rustling in the underbrush. I froze, unsure of what was lurking in the shadows. Then, a creature emerged. It was just a possum, its coat dappled with moisture. It stared at me for a moment, before disappearing back into the mist.
I continued on, my heart pounding with excitement. The beauty of the area can be truly breathtaking, and I was grateful to be able to experience it. As I walked, I spotted a patch of purple heather, its delicate flowers standing out against the damp ground.
Eventually, I came to a small pond, its surface still and calm. I knelt down and dipped my hand in the water, feeling the icy coldness of it. I cupped some water in my palm, watching as it slowly dripped back into the pond.
As I stood up, I realized that the fog had begun to lift. The sun was breaking through the clouds, casting a golden light over the glade. I smiled, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face.
#swampwalk #bogsafari #walkabout #streamofthought https://instagr.am/p/CmM2cARun9m/
Pearl, oh Pearl, our tabby cat
So full of energy, seldom sitting flat
She darts and she runs, she jumps and she plays
Her rambunctious spirit bright as the day
Her fur is a swirl of black, white and grey
With spots that shimmer in the light of the day
Her tail is a blur as she chases a mouse
Her paws awhirl as she dashes about the house
Her purrs are loud, her meows are shrill
She’s a ball of fire, seldom stands still
But when the night falls and the day is done
Pearl curls up close, a nuzzling ball of fun
She may be wild, but she’s loved all the same
Our Pearl, our girl with a heart of flame.
#catsofinstagram #stripedcatsofinstagram #tabbycatsofinstagram #december152022 https://instagr.am/p/CmMxVo9OsN3/
Kmart Christmas commercial 1979. I still sing this dang theme every year.
Continue reading December 15, 2022 at 01:02PM
Ai art prompt – santa claus by Pablo Picasso, holographic, cyberpunk style, hyperrealistic
#santa #picasso #aiart #stablediffusion #diffusion https://instagr.am/p/CmMWPtTutKB/