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Mark Robertson

@mark__robbie

Aviangelist. Teacher @cvcs. Birds, literature, surfing, and birds. Withhold no good reports! M+V in SJC 💚. Instant Gram: https://t.co/R2qhAR8fH6

San Juan Capistrano, CA เข้าร่วม Temmuz 2009
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Yanyun Huang@YanyunH·
My little baby is 13 now!!!
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The Sage of the Cerro Rebal
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Seth Wieck@sethwieck·
West of Stratford, Texas (which bills itself as the last stop in Texas before Oklahoma) someone has built a massive wind vane. In my estimation, it’s a serious feat of engineering. It seems like such a gratuitous gift to people driving that lonely stretch of highway.
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Dane Ortlund@daneortlund·
When I read Donne and Herbert and Vaughan and Milton, I realize: Poetry is not an escape from reality. Poetry is an escape to reality. It is prose--flat, bland, inelegant--that reflects linguistic fallenness. All is prosaic in hell. Poetry is the language of heaven. Perhaps that's why so much of Scripture, including the most exalted passages, is given to us in poetry.
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@Ferndiggity TY! Wish I could give you a tour of our local beach patch. There's a whole crew and they're bananas but pretty fearless and close at hand
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Mark Robertson@mark__robbie·
Here's looking at you, 2026 🥳
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Snowies taking their sand snuggles and beach capers VERY seriously
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Fernando Ortega@Ferndiggity·
My brother Armando and me, back in the day. I’m guessing I was about 33 or 34 here (Im now 68). The photo was taken in Laguna Beach, CA by my dear friend Elaine Rubenstein.
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My God, I'll praise with song Awake my soul Wake harp and lyre My song will wake the dawn Psalm 57
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Close Encounter of the Bird Kind – otherworldly weird duck, the Hooded Merganser
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Sequoia National Park
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Hi there guys, I uploaded my first print to my inprnt profile✨ So check it out, later I’ll upload more of my arts there! Info below
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@mark__robbie There's nobody like Leonard. Birds & Leonard Cohen together? This might be my dream twitter feed.
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Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried In my way To be free Leonard Cohen
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The day was mist and wind and chill— but that is not why I still shiver. (This is a revision of a poem that occurred to me in a moment, almost exactly a year ago, when I first saw a Northern Flicker near the coast. Saw them again yesterday and it revived that awe)
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Then off! His wings flashed ember red through the vague and briny haze: a sudden spark of bold relief against his back of black and gray. Then the air grew sharply crisper; my prayer thinned into a whisper; and a stream began to trickle in our shapeless, empty river.
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At dawn, the tree was haunted by a drumming Northern Flicker— How'd this mountain-bound woodpecker find this land of sand and fog? The winds blew somehow stranger; the mists hung a little thicker — like sleepy ghosts arising on the beaches and the bogs.
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