Nita Lewsey
@redlucy54.bsky.social
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Love F1 & MotoGP. LH44 MM93. I'm a writer who takes photos, cooks & travels Instagram nitalewseystoryteller all photos are my own apart from reposts. I don't suffer fools & I actively avoid political arguments. No to AI https://nitalewseystoryteller.co.uk/
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llamalens.bsky.social
This is what red means in Italy 🇮🇹

#LlamaLens #ColorADay #RedWed #Photography #EastCoastKin
Red Ferrari SF90 XX Stradale on display at the Ferrari Museum in Maranello, with technical illustrations in the background
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davemeredith.bsky.social
Continuing the red Maple leaf theme for #ColourADay #RedWed, here's one on a weathered limestone boulder #OneHundredYardsFromHome.

#ColorADay #EastCoastKin #PhotoHour #photography #nature
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pixelsandalchemy.bsky.social
Pretty #Leaves
At the base of a tree for #RedWed
#Photography
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belleab.bsky.social
An abundance of red 🌺🍂❤️
#ColorADay #Redwed #leaves #flowers #begonias #peppers #nature #gardening #food #seasons #mobilephotography
redlucy54.bsky.social
#ColourADay #RedWed #WallsOnWednesday #WednesdayWalls #Lighthouse #Ischia #Italy #travelphotography #TyrrhenianSea #Mediterranean #WeAreRoamers #EastCoastKin #Seascape #IschiaPorto
Red lighthouse on the end of Ischia Porto, overlooking the  Tyrrhenian Sea in Italy
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josephlm.bsky.social
Nationalpark Sächsische Schweiz

#rockintuesday #photography #classicmono
redlucy54.bsky.social
Christ what an arse! Why are people so quick to be so vile on social media? It's a nice gesture so this utter twerp is best ignored
redlucy54.bsky.social
#WhackyWednesdayArt #GiardiniRavino #CatPlanter #snapwhatyousee #travelphotography #EastCoastKin #WeAreRoamers #travel #Ischia #Italy
Terracotta cat planter with trailing cactus in Giardino Ravino, Ischia
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dj-acid-reflux.bsky.social
I'm giving away this signed 1st edition h/b of my new novel (it has a tiny jacket rip which means I wouldn't sell it) to one person who reposts this.

You might like it if you like:
Folkloric creatures
Old records
Intricate psychedelic stories
The idea of circular time

All shares much-appreciated.
Joe McLaren's fabulous cover for Everything Will Swallow You A close up of the small tear on this first edition of Everything Will Swallow You
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joannechocolat.bsky.social
Why? Because your readers do. The literary world is full of people wanting to write children’s books, who haven’t looked at a children’s book since the 60s. Or people who want the sales associated with romantasy (or cosy crime, or sci-fi), but don’t actually know the genre, or want to read any.
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joannechocolat.bsky.social
Unsolicited writing advice, no. 1579: If you’re going to write in any genre (children’s fiction, SFF, romance, etc), you need to read EXTENSIVELY in that genre. You need to read current authors in the genre. You need to know what’s been done; what tropes exist; how the genre has changed.
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roabrams.bsky.social
In the historic village of East Hampton,NY a window with a reflection of nearby windmill. Note the small windmill carved into shutters #WindowsonWednesday #historic # photography
A window with a reflection of a windmill. The green weathered shutters have small windmills carved into them
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young-spartacus.bsky.social
'Cracking View'

Peace and tranquility observing a calm stretch of the River Ure as it passes Wensley in Wensleydale.

Sparty 🍂

#EastCoastKin #Photography #Art #ColorADay #OrangeSun #StunDay #PhotoHour #Travel #Nature #PhotographersofBluesky #BlueSkyPhotography #BlueskyArt #POTD #ArtYear #Yorkshire
This photograph captures a serene stretch of the River Ure flowing peacefully near Wensley in the Yorkshire Dales, bathed under a dramatic, yet picturesque sky. The river occupies the central and lower portions of the frame, presenting a broad, dark, and reflective surface that perfectly mirrors the intricate cloud formations above, creating a striking sense of depth and tranquility.
Along both banks, a vibrant tapestry of autumnal foliage flourishes. On the left, a dense line of mature trees showcases a delightful mix of deep green and russet-orange leaves, hinting at the changing seasons. Their sturdy branches extend gracefully, casting dark, elongated reflections onto the water, adding a sense of mystery and shadow to the scene. The right bank is equally verdant, dominated by lush green trees and smaller bushes that hug the water's edge, their rich textures contrasting with the smooth flow of the river.
The sky, a prominent feature of the upper third of the image, is a breathtaking expanse of cerulean blue adorned with a scattered array of fluffy, white cumulus clouds. These clouds, luminous against the blue, are beautifully reflected in the calm waters below, creating a near-perfect symmetry that is both captivating and aesthetically pleasing. The light appears soft and diffused, suggestive of a late afternoon setting, enhancing the tranquil atmosphere.
The composition draws the eye along the gentle curve of the river as it recedes into the distant landscape, where the tree line continues, gradually fading into a soft, hazy horizon under the expansive sky. There are no discernible signs of human activity, reinforcing the untouched, natural beauty of this Wensleydale landscape. The overall impression is one of profound peace and unspoiled natural splendour, inviting the viewer to immerse themselves in the quiet majesty of the English countryside.
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motomatters.com
"It's the GP25 or nothing, Pecco."
sharal.bsky.social
“Give it some minge!” he exclaimed.
Write a horror story in six words or less
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redlucy54.bsky.social
#AlphabetChallenge #WeekOForOpulence the opulent glamour of the #LamborghiniCentenario #LamborghiniMuseum #SantAgata
#Bologna #Italy #travelphotography #WeAreRoamers #EastCoastKin
Lamborghini Centenario on display atvthe Lamborghini museum in Bologna
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groomb.bsky.social
Haigh Street, Everton, Liverpool, 1975, photo by Paul Trevor.
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kristinruth.bsky.social
Good morning! I’m enjoying some coffee with my #thecampfire stories this morning. Hope you have a lovely Tuesday!
redlucy54.bsky.social
A beautiful story, both sad & hopeful 🫠
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mysteriousjohnson.bsky.social
I love #TheCampfire this time of year. It's cozy. I love to hear all y'all's stories! Here's one of mine:

I'm either incredibly lucky, or snakebit cursed - either way, I survived the story i'm about to tell you - in fact I was completely fine. No Tim's were harmed. (cont. in alt text)
It was an average Tuesday, the sun was shining, and i was on my way to work. It was a job I hated, and I had to drive way too long to get there, but it was paying the bills...

I was late, so I hauled ass down the highway - I was going about 75 on I-435 here in Kansas City. Down by Front Street there's about 4 lanes in each direction and the highway was basically deserted, so my little '91 Toyota Corolla was cruising right along. 

Up ahead of me a ways was a dump truck- the same kind I see ten times a day, a diesel front end, and a big box on the back - I thought nothing of it. He was in the far right lane, and I was in the far left.

I noticed him hit a bump and the back end kind of hopped up a bit. The impact must have jarred something loose because that's when the back gate of the truck let go, spilling its entire contents on the highway. One dumptruck's worth of coarse gravel, delivered.

I had enough time to see it pour out of the truck. I saw it spread across all the lanes, it moved a bit like water. I saw it roll and then leap up in a wall in front of me. I had enough time to realize what was happening, but not enough to react... and then I was inside it.

I immediately couldn't see anything, the road was just dust and rocks and white ahead of me. There were the impacts of rocks on the windshield, it seemed like they were about the size of my fist. I heard the resonant thunk of rock hitting metal, and the bright crisp crunch of safety glass breaking - I thought a rock would be coming through the windshield at any moment. 

I felt the car start to drift- which made sense, I mean I was on a freshly laid gravel road, doing about 75. I worked the brakes and deftly cranked the wheel - honestly not sure how, I have little to no experience driving in those conditions, but I managed to somehow keep it on the road through pure survival instinct. After the initial shock and maneuvering through the airborne gravel, I drove on through the rest of the field of it, still doing about 40 I think. I was breathing ragged, muttering expletives to myself. I was surprised that the radio was still on - having played obliviously through the whole experience. I was in total shock. I couldn't let go of the wheel, I couldn't blink, I couldn't follow when the truck turned off at the next exit.

I never found out who was responsible for that - my insurance fixed the car - which was thoroughly pummeled, but still drivable. 

I finished the drive into work, called my wife and let her know what happened, and then worked my shift. 

Incredibly snakebit to have been there right then, incredibly lucky to have come through unscathed.
redlucy54.bsky.social
Oh my goodness Susan, that's a horrific story. Lessons indeed 🫂
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mimitlrife.bsky.social
#TheCampfire

I’ve always believed that it takes a special kind of man to raise someone else’s kids. My “real father” decided he wanted another family in 1961, right before I was born, so he left my mother for another woman who had a young son. My mother also had another child, my (more in alt)
brother, who was 20 months old. My real father divorced my mother and married the new lady, Carolyn. My real father did come and see me when I was born, but he told my mother that I looked retarded just because I had big brown eyes. My mom was a single mother with two kids in the early 60’s and had to work. She hired a babysitter for me and my brother. One day after my mom got home from work, a gentleman came and knocked on her door to pick up her babysitter to go on a date. After coming back to my mom’s house several times, this man got to know my mom, me, and my brother and asked her if all three of us wanted to go on a picnic. This wonderful man fell in love with my brother and me, and of course, my mother. They were married for 33 years until he passed in 1995. I miss my dad every dad. I still have this note he wrote me years ago. I love you dad. ❤️
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katherinemancuso.bsky.social
The rock churches of Matera, Italy 🌄🌟⛪
#RockinTuesday
Santa Maria de Idris is entirely carved into the rock, illuminated by the sunset as people ascend the stairs.
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young-spartacus.bsky.social
'Piering Inland'

Looking into Whitby Harbour from its West Pier.

Under the weather so a quiet one from Sparty today. 🤧🤒💊

#EastCoastKin #Photography #ColorADay #BlueTue #PhotoHour #Travel #Art #TidesOutTuesday #RockInTuesday #Architecture #PhotographersofBluesky #BlueSkyPhotography #BlueskyArt
The photograph captures a wide-angle view of the Whitby Harbour entrance in North Yorkshire, England. The scene is dominated by a long, curving pier, a concrete structure that stretches out into the North Sea, providing a breakwater for the town’s harbour. The pier is constructed from large stone blocks and features a walkway supported by a series of repeating, arched pillars along its seaward side.
At the far end of the pier stands a smaller, modern-looking lighthouse. This structure has a distinct red, wooden framework on legs, which supports a beacon. A person can be seen near the base of this lighthouse, providing a sense of scale to the pier's size. Further along the pier towards the foreground, a much taller, older stone lighthouse is visible. This is the original lighthouse, a Grade II listed building featuring a stone column tower with an octagonal lantern and a lead dome.
The body of water in the foreground and between the piers is the River Esk estuary as it meets the sea. The water is a dark, choppy blue-gray, with white foam visible from the waves hitting the pier. A small boat with a red-orange hull is pictured in the water to the right, heading inland.
In the background, a dramatic, dark-toned cliff face rises steeply from the water. On top of this cliff, several prominent landmarks are clearly visible. These include the ruins of Whitby Abbey and the tower of St. Mary's Church, which are popular tourist destinations. The sky above is a blend of pinky-purple and grey clouds, with pockets of brighter, diffused light filtering through, indicative of an autumnal early evening setting. The overall atmosphere is serene, yet powerful, capturing the maritime heritage of the historic seaside town.
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denkmit.bsky.social
Pecco Bagnaia’s smoking Ducati engine from Motegi was successfully used in the opening three sessions of the weekend at Mandalika, before reverting to older ones for qualifying, sprint and race.

With 22 races now likely to happen, teams will get access to an additional engine in Malaysia.