here ~ you write poetry about the far off ridge dune covered forest that you walk in winter blaze orange cap & boots there are cedars graves house remains a heart & two Ps carved on a tree
Mysterious Johnson
@mysteriousjohnson.bsky.social
artist, poet, storyteller, itinerant philosopher, triflin bish my name is Tim, but you can call me Mysterious a midwest member of the #EastCoastKin arts collective
A Dublin #painting. "Heuston II" was painted back when I used to hang around the bridge for the views up the river and the sense of space by the station. I still get a thrill every time I pass through the space even if I don't get as many opportunities to spend time there. #Art #SpéirGhorm #ArtYear
'Painted By Light' (2026) -- Mill Street Canoe Portage, Brunswick, ME Even If You Find Yourself In the Midst of Darkness, There Can Be the Most Wonderful Light... #Scape #ForestFriday #BWFri #Stunday #ImageAndVerse #PaintByWords #BlackAndWhite #Monochrome #ClassicMono #ECK #JayceeCrawford
“Blazing Silver Skies.” “But all the magic I have known I've had to make myself.” ~ Shel Silverstein #Sky. #Night. #Moon. #Trees. #Cloud. #Nature. #Photography. #NaturePhotography.
"We don’t own the planet Earth, we belong to it. And we must share it with our wildlife." -Steve Irwin
these hearts are my Love Series. For my wife. She picks me up when i'm feeling low. She holds my hand, even when we walk through the fire. She's my favorite person. My constant accomplice. My best friend. So if you want to buy it, I don't blame you, they're pretty. But I made them for her.
"Nobody ever did, or ever will, escape the consequences of his choices." - Alfred A. Montapert
Summer starts to packing in a lazy sorta way marsh mallows bloom days end a little sooner a sassafras leaf turned orange & fallen to ground while the hot remains and we play water games Summer is making plans right under our noses
I never knew silence could say “I love you” until we danced… #RomanticSaturday #Roses #ArtInNature #photography #Art
“If all were rain and never sun, No bow could span the hill; If all were sun and never rain There'd be no rainbow still.” ― Christina Rossetti,
Are raindrops like snowflakes Night night little sleepers So many contemplations yet so few hours A small fable ~ raindrops fell concentric circles galore little children cut them out hung them up like stars to wish upon a midnight dream & we all screamed for ice cream cones #littlesleepers
Spring Hill Artistic 6.5 in x 7 in [papier mâché, painted tissue paper, wood glue, steel wire] I've decided I'm gonna name these based on words I can see from the newsprint when they are all polished. #papiermache #sculpture #art #EastCoastKin #naiveteismyforte
“The sun was soft honey and rose colored along the horizon; the old trees were deep black silhouettes against it, with long purple shadows sliding out from their earth-slippered feet.” ― Marti Healy
Saw this little guy on the fencerow yesterday afternoon. Quite striking and bold color. Love his little orange leg bits. #bug #moth #bloomscrolling #EastCoastKin #naiveteismyforte
pretty in the morning light! this little guy is called a Royal Catchfly. he is covered in a sort of sticky sap- but not an insect eater that i'm aware of... much be some kind of defense mechanism. MO native. #bloomscrolling #photography #EastCoastKin #naiveteismyforte
this is the view from my father in law's back deck. #wide open Missouri sky. #EastCoastKin #naiveteismyforte #BlueSkyArtShow
