A peaceful evening view of Stipanja Bay in Šilo on Krk Island, Croatia. Silhouettes of small boats rest on the calm sea under a dramatic, fiery sunset sky filled with warm orange and cool blue tones. Captured beautifully using a Canon R7 paired with a vintage manual Soligor 28mm f/2.8 lens.
Sublime Sunset in the Western Sky over the Gulf of Mexico. #sunset #sublimesunset #fireinthesky #sky #skyporn #skylovers #skyphotography #sky_captures #clouds #cloudporn #cloudlovers #cloudphotography #redsky #emeraldcoast #santarosabeach #burningsky (at 30-A Santa Rosa Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqMRS0Pu7Bw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
" impressive lifestyle . see , if i had to choose between leaving this place with my head between my shoulders or have it rolling out that door i'd be making wise and calculated moves here , xander cage . " ever the strategist , the gecko with the brains - being caught off guard was something that bruised his ego , he wasn't too keen on that feeling .
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send “📔” to read an entry from my muse’s diary about your muse (accepting)
I saw Daniel today at the Writers’ Conference. How is he, you wonder? He has a lovely wife, although I never got to see her — I imagine love is relatively similar to Alice in Wonderland. That is: falling down the rabbit hole?
Sherry says he’s ‘Danger D’ on account of “unmentionable habits”, and would like me to keep my distance.
I’d be very happy to share my stash with him, mano a mano, as it were.
Does he read my novels? It'd mean a lot to me... He’s award-winning, and I think he smiled when he saw me today — I’d proffered him an Old Fashioned garnished with an orange peel.
I've always wanted to be him.
That said: he has these eyes that turn lavender in the light. How fond of flowers is he, do you reckon?
It's quiet tonight, and I’d like to invite him for a drink. I leave you with this:
The man appeared through the cottonwood grove and stood over the rider until he blotted out the angry red sun and it seemed as though blinking. At some last reckoning the rider lied wondering if he had dreamt him and as he turned cold within the thatches of nutsedge and thistles he peered into the man's eyes until the ship of heaven sailed on all anight into eternity, and under the setting of the sun he dreamt no more.
@burningsky [ READ ] : sender reads a book aloud to receiver .
Armand peers over the edge of the book, then up at Daniel with a soft smile. He barely hears the words he's saying, paying more attention to the angles of his face, the way his mouth moves, the pulse underneath the skin, the way his voice glides over words pausing, now and then, on the sharp edges.
"Is there a point to this?" he asks with a sweetness in his tone. "I'm not complaining, but I could read much more quickly on my own if there's a purpose."