May your heart be on fire. May good tear the veil of darkness. Daniel Bonnell, Road to Emmaus #2 (no copyright infringement intended)

Easter Sunday 5. IV. 2026, 18:25

Easter Sunday 5. IV. 2026, 18:19

5. IV. 2026, 18:17 A green tulip

5. IV. 2026, 18:27 A local production of "Much Ado About Not Very Much".

#ironworkthursday for @vvb-lj.bsky.social #Marckolsheim #Alsace

2. IV. 2026, 14:24 Still life.

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Palm Sunday, 29. III. 2026, 18:47

Helena Vurnik: Annunciation, 1915

El Faraón gorrión y sus gorrioncllos molineros te traen una nueva primavera llena de flores, porque allí donde florece una flor, florece una esperanza. 🌾🌹🌹🌾🌞

15. III. 2026 I stepped out in the middle of the night, into the still, silent darkness - and was surprised by a sudden new presence: the sweet fragrance of a blooming plum tree. A lone little tree just being gloriously alive. This is how these Ides of March began.

Intelligence is more than fact or information. Intelligence is the spark of the eternal in us all that pushes forward—with fact and info—into something new, moving our spirit, experimenting, playing, curiosity, cleverness. Nonsense songs are intelligent. This guy wants to meter humanity.

"Haha, the Dark Ages, you say?" (Self-portrait of Thomas Artula von Villach, cca 1493.) #FridayFun

First day bare-legged outside (skirt).

7. III. 2026, 16:02 Daffodils photobombed by a pigeon.

Michelangelo Buonarroti, born #OTD in 1475, "around four or five in the morning" (= 1-2 after midnight). Less than 24 years later, he had completed the Pieta, his only signed work. "Non ha l’ottimo artista alcun concetto c’un marmo solo in sé non circonscriva ..."

5. III. 2026, 14:00 Two bright yellow daffodils that weren't there yesterday, a yellow butterfly dancing around them.

Eastern bluebird on a power line. I don’t know why but it’s a lonesome little image.

19. II. 2026, 01:48

Spring has come. A flock of sparrows has been very vocal about it. In other news, it's the anniversary of my father's birth.

17. II. 2026, 14:17 The third day of spring.

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For the first time this year, for the first time in months, a bird has sang a spring song. A heartbreaking little blessing.

1. II. 2026, 04:53 The Moon is such an oddly personal presence at this hour; as if it were just the two of us - out there, in here.

First night of February 2026, 04:48

The last night of January 2026, 20:14

Humming this old favourite today that I've loved since childhood. (I love it even more because the author was born on the same day, January 28, as my mother, who also loved this song. 💖 So silly, sentimental... But it's ME. :) www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTl-...

My mother's birthday. 💖✨💖

Mozart was born on this day in 1756. N.B. Mozart's original stops abruptly at the first eight bars of the "Lacrimosa" movement (his last work). What follows was added was by Süssmayr. www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEg6...

To whom it may concern. theindex.princeton.edu

The night of 25. I. 1938, was one that firemen - and telephone operators - all over Europe and North America never forgot. Entire regions seemed to be on fire. They were not. It was an aurora of such magnitude that nobody alive had seen anything like it. ⬇️ en.wikipedia.org/wiki/January...

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15. I. 2026, 19:25 The sound of thaw.

From the other side of the night, II 11. I. 2026, 17:17

From the other side of the night, I 11. I. 2026, 17:18

(Ephemera) Ernest was born on January 12, 1894. How many hopes and wishes must have been born with him! It was not to be. Rest - or sing and dance - in glorious light, Ernest, wherever you are.

11. I. 2026, 17:18 Winter flowers

11. I. 2026, 17:17 The fruits of winter

11. I. 2026, 17:17 The lights of winter, I

Snowball fights in art. Because you're worth it. 🙂 (Don't forget to scroll all the way down. There are tons of historic pics.) publicdomainreview.org/collection/s...

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8. I. 2026, 15:04 A new sparrow tactic: pretending to be blossoms on a winter-blooming tree. 🙂

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#SparrowsOnSunday 22. V. 2024 Scenes from the local beach. (Sorry about the poor quality - Cape Wet Sparrow is a very exclusive beach, so the hoi polloi have to record from afar - and the awkward angle: there were cars just behind, and I've no wish to spend time blurring the license plates.)