Tiernan Moss
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Tiernan Moss
Long Light on the Porch -This poem reflects on the lingering evening light of early summer, when the day feels reluctant to end and the porch becomes a place of warmth, pause, and quiet fullness.... https://geox.blog/2026/06/15/long-light-on-the-porch/
Screened Porch -This poem reflects on a screened porch at evening as a threshold space where summer slows into shelter, quiet, and lingering light.... https://geox.blog/2026/06/02/screened-porch/
How my WIPs are going:
Elain x Lucien: 🦇😢👿😱💀😨👹
Gwyn x Solon: 🥺🍰🐰🐕💎🤪👶
Elain and Lucien are down the gothic pipeline. Meanwhile, Gwyn and Solon are just a collection of my fever dreams.
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These Himalayan Blue Poppies were catching the last rays of the sun in the Japanese Garden at Butchart Gardens. I loved the delicacy of the blue blossoms against the strong reds and greens of the azaleas in the background. As always, I seek to capture light as it reveals itself through the objects it illuminates, whilst also revealing subtle and intimate aspects of those objects.
These Himalayan Blue Poppies were catching the last rays of the sun in the Japanese Garden at Butchart Gardens. I loved the delicacy of the blue blossoms against the strong reds and greens of the azaleas in the background. As always, I seek to capture light as it reveals itself through the objects it illuminates, whilst also revealing subtle and intimate aspects of those objects.
Sunday Blog Share: Lingering light
Sunday Blog Share: Lingering light
Lingering Light by Kimberly Laettner Our lives flicker in the lightest winds like candles perched on water moving with the tides, We glow on darkest nights beneath the moon above that aches to be full, we sit quietly in the moment watching as time slips past and the wick falls… (Continue reading: Lingering light)
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