Friday’s Cuppa
@greghartwick.bsky.social
@greghartwick.bsky.socialFriday’s Cuppa
@greghartwick.bsky.socialFriday’s Rose
@greghartwick.bsky.socialGood Morning Friday
@greghartwick.bsky.social“Indian-summer-sun
With crimson feathers whips away the mists,—
Dives through the filter of trellises
And gilds the silver on the blotched arbor-seats.
Now gold and purple scintillate
On trees that seem dancing
In delirium;…”
—Hart Crane, 1918 (October-November)
@greghartwick.bsky.socialGood Night Thursday
@greghartwick.bsky.socialRed & Black
@greghartwick.bsky.socialThursday’s Cuppa
@greghartwick.bsky.socialThursday’s Rose
@greghartwick.bsky.socialGood Morning Thursday
@greghartwick.bsky.social“Through wild and tangled forests
The broad, unhasting river flows—
Spotted with rain-drops, gray with night;
Upon its curving breast there goes
A lonely steamboat's larboard light....”
—Hamlin Garland, 1893 (On the Mississippi)
@greghartwick.bsky.socialGood Night Wednesday
@greghartwick.bsky.socialGold & Teal
@greghartwick.bsky.socialThe Red Dress
@greghartwick.bsky.socialWednesday’s Cuppa
@greghartwick.bsky.socialThursday’s Rose
@greghartwick.bsky.socialOne Year Ago Today
@greghartwick.bsky.socialGood Morning Wednesday
