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@jnmcmanus.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 11:02 AM

"Jus` October Thoughts"

` October`

Coloring autumn —
reddening October leaves
ripened to the fall

— J N M
1 October 2026

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@bloodraynes.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 8:34 AM

Morning #BlueSky ☕️ As usual for Sunday, l have a capture with a poem l have written in the alt. I call it:

“Between Water and Silence”

Please enjoy & have a great day friends ☺️

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After today’s picture description, l have included a poem inspired by this capture. Our photograph captures a peaceful autumn scene beside a calm stretch of water. In the centre, a person sits in a long, narrow white rowing boat, viewed from behind. They wear a dark jacket and black cap, with long hair tied back. Their hands hold a double-ended paddle, one blade cutting gently through the water as they move across the scene. The boat creates soft ripples on the blue-green surface, while its reflection shimmers beneath it. Around the water’s edge are tall reeds, grasses and tangled vegetation in muted shades of brown, gold and ochre. The far bank is heavily shaded by trees and dense foliage, creating a dark backdrop that contrasts with the brighter water. In the foreground, dry grasses and autumn leaves fill the lower part of the image, framing the boat and giving the photograph a distinctly seasonal atmosphere. Warm sunlight catches parts of the vegetation, while deep shadows create a sense of quiet and solitude. And finally, our picture is finished with a simple white border frame. And now for my poem… I call it…Between Water and Silence The paddle enters the water and the silence opens. One gentle stroke, then another, leaving a trail of ripples behind a boat moving nowhere hurriedly. Autumn gathers along the banks, gold and brown beneath the fading light, while the darker trees hold their secrets in the shadows. For a moment, there is only water, the quiet rhythm of the oar, and the feeling of being carried forward. Perhaps this is enough, to leave the noise behind, to follow the gentle current, and discover that stillness can be its own kind of journey.
@bloodraynes.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 8:50 AM

Morning #BlueSky ☕️ As usual for Sunday l have a capture with a poem l have written in the Alt. This week please enjoy:

“The Quiet Within”

Have a peaceful day friends 😌
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After the picture description today, I have written a poem inspired by this capture. Our photograph captures a peaceful sunset over a tranquil lake, framed beneath the sweeping branches of a large, mature tree. The upper half of the image is dominated by the tree's dark, sprawling branches and delicate, hanging leaves, creating a natural canopy. Beyond them, the setting sun glows warmly in shades of golden yellow and soft orange, surrounded by a sky tinged with muted pink and lavender. The sun's reflection stretches across the gently rippling surface of the lake, forming a shimmering golden pathway that leads towards the viewer. The water reflects the pastel colours of the evening sky, while the distant shoreline appears as a dark silhouette of trees and vegetation. Near the water's edge, reeds and grasses rise from the shadows. A few small water birds can be seen floating across the lake, their movements creating subtle ripples in the otherwise still water. The foreground consists of a dark, grassy bank scattered with fallen leaves, adding a sense of autumn and quiet natural beauty. The picture feels intimate, sheltered, and deeply serene, as though the world has paused to breathe. And finally our picture today is finished with a simple white border frame. Now for my poem… I call it…The Quiet Within Beneath the shelter of ancient branches, the evening asks nothing of me. The sun lowers itself gently, leaving gold upon the water, and the lake holds every reflection without needing to possess it. A bird moves quietly across the surface. A breeze brushes through the leaves. There is no urgency here, no destination demanding arrival. Only the soft rhythm of ripples, the warmth of fading light, and the gentle reminder that peace can be found when we stop reaching and simply allow ourselves to be still.
@bloodraynes.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 8:32 AM

Morning #BlueSky ☕️ & welcome to your Sunday and one of my poems in the Alt. I call it..

“Navigating Life’s Storm”

Please enjoy and have a beautiful day my friends 😌

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After today’s picture description, l have written a poem about my capture. A tall wooden sailing ship sits moored in a harbour beneath a dramatic, storm-filled sky. The vessel dominates the foreground, with two towering masts rising towards the clouds, surrounded by a complex web of ropes, rigging and rope ladders. Its long bowsprit stretches diagonally across the left side of the image, with netting hanging beneath it. The hull is dark, edged with warm ochre-yellow trim, while a cream-coloured canvas covers part of the deck. The name Jumellen is visible on the side of the ship. Behind it, other boats rest on choppy, blue-grey water. Along the distant shoreline are dark buildings and trees, silhouetted against the sky. Heavy charcoal clouds fill most of the scene, but breaks in the clouds allow brilliant shafts of pale light and glowing orange sunlight to reach the horizon. The contrast between the threatening darkness and the golden light gives the photograph a powerful, cinematic atmosphere, as though the ship is preparing to sail through a storm. And finally, those picture is for this with a white border frame. And now for my poem.. I call it …Navigating Life’s Storm When the sea grows wild and the sky turns black, keep your hands upon the wheel and your eyes upon the horizon. The waves may rise and the wind may roar, while darkness hides the distant shore. But beyond the storm there is always the possibility of calmer waters. Trust your course. Hold steady. Let hope be the light that guides you through the darkness. For the journey may be difficult, the waters may be unforgiving, but you are stronger than the storm that surrounds you.