Wolf-In-Wool
@wolfinwool.bsky.social
Do-gooding trouble-maker trying to wield duplicity. Author of 64 books, mostly pictures.
The on who Wished
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He wished he could ease the pain
As quickly as he caused it.
He wished he could see reality—
Or to make his wishes real.
He wished to do no harm.
He wished to edify all he touched.
He wished so many things.
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He wished he could ease the pain
As quickly as he caused it.
He wished he could see reality—
Or to make his wishes real.
He wished to do no harm.
He wished to edify all he touched.
He wished so many things.
The One Who Wished
Not all prayers are spoken. Some are lived. He wished he could ease the pain As quickly as he caused it. He wished he could see real...
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August 7, 2025 at 11:20 PM
The on who Wished
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He wished he could ease the pain
As quickly as he caused it.
He wished he could see reality—
Or to make his wishes real.
He wished to do no harm.
He wished to edify all he touched.
He wished so many things.
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He wished he could ease the pain
As quickly as he caused it.
He wished he could see reality—
Or to make his wishes real.
He wished to do no harm.
He wished to edify all he touched.
He wished so many things.
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Cape Coast, 2010
The fishermen here begin early. Before the sun even thinks of rising, they’re out there—bare silhouettes hauling in nets like it’s nothing. It’s Tuesday, the day they’re not supposed to fish, but a few boats dot the horizon anyway...
Cape Coast, 2010
The fishermen here begin early. Before the sun even thinks of rising, they’re out there—bare silhouettes hauling in nets like it’s nothing. It’s Tuesday, the day they’re not supposed to fish, but a few boats dot the horizon anyway...
November Morning in Ghana
I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as if I had wings. Wolfinwool · November Morning In Ghana Cape Coast, 2...
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June 23, 2025 at 2:11 AM
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Cape Coast, 2010
The fishermen here begin early. Before the sun even thinks of rising, they’re out there—bare silhouettes hauling in nets like it’s nothing. It’s Tuesday, the day they’re not supposed to fish, but a few boats dot the horizon anyway...
Cape Coast, 2010
The fishermen here begin early. Before the sun even thinks of rising, they’re out there—bare silhouettes hauling in nets like it’s nothing. It’s Tuesday, the day they’re not supposed to fish, but a few boats dot the horizon anyway...
May 24, 2025 at 12:11 PM
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Leaving Caprock canyon today. Another lazy morning, we don’t depart until noon. The gift shop is closed for lunch. No keychains for us—our souvenirs will have to be memories and bug splatters.
Leaving Caprock canyon today. Another lazy morning, we don’t depart until noon. The gift shop is closed for lunch. No keychains for us—our souvenirs will have to be memories and bug splatters.
Road Gremlins
“Adventure is just bad planning.” —Roald Amundsen Leaving Caprock canyon today. Another lazy morning, we don’t depart until noon. ...
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May 17, 2025 at 4:27 AM
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Leaving Caprock canyon today. Another lazy morning, we don’t depart until noon. The gift shop is closed for lunch. No keychains for us—our souvenirs will have to be memories and bug splatters.
Leaving Caprock canyon today. Another lazy morning, we don’t depart until noon. The gift shop is closed for lunch. No keychains for us—our souvenirs will have to be memories and bug splatters.
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I sprung from sleep with the light of day. I drenched my thirst and closed the window that was giving me frigid dreams. A car door startled me, so I checked out our new neighbor here at the primitive campground parking area.
I sprung from sleep with the light of day. I drenched my thirst and closed the window that was giving me frigid dreams. A car door startled me, so I checked out our new neighbor here at the primitive campground parking area.
Wealth is Time and Starlight
Not all wealth is counted in coin. Some of it is the warmth of a late sun, the company of a soul, and the hush between crickets and s...
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May 17, 2025 at 4:16 AM
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I sprung from sleep with the light of day. I drenched my thirst and closed the window that was giving me frigid dreams. A car door startled me, so I checked out our new neighbor here at the primitive campground parking area.
I sprung from sleep with the light of day. I drenched my thirst and closed the window that was giving me frigid dreams. A car door startled me, so I checked out our new neighbor here at the primitive campground parking area.
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We chased the day westward, but the light still slipped away.
Head out for adventure. Head out on the highway. Ready for whatever comes my way.
As CamperVan Beethoven rolled away from our cozy hole in the ground, she looked at me auspiciously.
“What?” I proffered.
We chased the day westward, but the light still slipped away.
Head out for adventure. Head out on the highway. Ready for whatever comes my way.
As CamperVan Beethoven rolled away from our cozy hole in the ground, she looked at me auspiciously.
“What?” I proffered.
Where the Road Begins
We chased the day westward, but the light still slipped away. Head out for adventure. Head out on the highway. Ready for whatever co...
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May 14, 2025 at 9:54 PM
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We chased the day westward, but the light still slipped away.
Head out for adventure. Head out on the highway. Ready for whatever comes my way.
As CamperVan Beethoven rolled away from our cozy hole in the ground, she looked at me auspiciously.
“What?” I proffered.
We chased the day westward, but the light still slipped away.
Head out for adventure. Head out on the highway. Ready for whatever comes my way.
As CamperVan Beethoven rolled away from our cozy hole in the ground, she looked at me auspiciously.
“What?” I proffered.
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I am home. In the wild. Nothing but the wind, the dark and the crickets for company at night. Today, the wind is still by my side, but joining the chorus is the sound of birds, the snort of a buffalo and the warm daystar.
I am home. In the wild. Nothing but the wind, the dark and the crickets for company at night. Today, the wind is still by my side, but joining the chorus is the sound of birds, the snort of a buffalo and the warm daystar.
The Wilderness
I am hiking this morning. I am home. In the wild. Nothing but the wind, the dark and the crickets for company at night. Today, the ...
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May 14, 2025 at 9:53 PM
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I am home. In the wild. Nothing but the wind, the dark and the crickets for company at night. Today, the wind is still by my side, but joining the chorus is the sound of birds, the snort of a buffalo and the warm daystar.
I am home. In the wild. Nothing but the wind, the dark and the crickets for company at night. Today, the wind is still by my side, but joining the chorus is the sound of birds, the snort of a buffalo and the warm daystar.
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We care for a cat. I don’t love cats, but I tolerate this one. She loves this cat. Not as much as the dog she had when I met her, but I can tell this cat is something special. Honestly, I wish she talked to me the way she talks to this dumb cat.
We care for a cat. I don’t love cats, but I tolerate this one. She loves this cat. Not as much as the dog she had when I met her, but I can tell this cat is something special. Honestly, I wish she talked to me the way she talks to this dumb cat.
Don't Take the Cat
Trust is a fragile thing—especially when it comes wrapped in fur and vengeance. Wolfinwool · Don't Take The Cat We care for a cat. ...
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May 10, 2025 at 1:41 AM
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We care for a cat. I don’t love cats, but I tolerate this one. She loves this cat. Not as much as the dog she had when I met her, but I can tell this cat is something special. Honestly, I wish she talked to me the way she talks to this dumb cat.
We care for a cat. I don’t love cats, but I tolerate this one. She loves this cat. Not as much as the dog she had when I met her, but I can tell this cat is something special. Honestly, I wish she talked to me the way she talks to this dumb cat.