Screaming Shed

Once we were here. Once I might have been something.

[rherlotshadow]

Mist after sunset on Midsummer's Eve

[screamingshed]

Today all the light was silver.

[geopsych]

A flock of mostly grackles I think, although there could be other blackbirds in it, in mid-July a few years ago. They flew so close I could hear their wings and almost feel the air. It gave me goosebumps. I had never seen anything but starlings fly in a group like this.

[franz-bauch-foto]

Foggy morning

[franz-bauch-foto]

Sunrise

[maureen2musings]

Black-capped Chickadee & Downy Woodpecker showcasing winter fashion by donning a snowflake accessory

jocelynandersonphotography

[andrei-grigorev]

Frosty morning

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[shutternoise]

Bare Hill [Jan 8 2026]

[vine-violet]

[aquiescentmoon]

My wish for you ✨

[machinot]

when u look at 2017 and think “oh that’s only like 3 years ago” and it’s actually 12,000 years ago and everything is gone and everyone you know has been reduced to ash and the world is completely different

[florianpainkesblog]

The Colours of Winter | Suicide Blonde

2016-01-30 / 5.4610

[vanpeltfoto]

In stillness like this, memory feels less like a record and more like a landscape— shifting, quiet, impossible to measure. What stays, what fades, is never as linear as we pretend.

(Photo: d.)

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Geography of Absence

[thomas--bombadil]

Juncos come back to the Midwest, just in time for Thanksgiving!

[screamingshed]

Little orange memory. One local oriole pair raised five lively fledglings out of this nest this year. They are all long gone to the tropics now, while we wait for snow.

[franz-bauch-foto]

The path

[brucelewisphotography]

Winter Is Coming

[screamingshed]

My warblers are gone, but the leaves remember their colors just a bit longer.