18 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
18 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in clouds, landscapes, nature, poems and photos, sunsets, trees
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light, photography, poetry, reflection, sunsets, tanka, trees
the farther away it gets
the more magical it becomes
those times at night
in the back seat ,
my parents taking us someplace…
a moment
before our sun leaves us
to another night…
17 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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mountains, mountaintop, Mt. Wahington, New Hampshire, photography, poetry, stillness, views, weather station, wind, windless, xc skiing
looking up
as far as we got
the moon
Mt. Washington-
windiest place on earth
on a rare windless day
17 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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gravity, photography, poetry, sheds, tanka, turkey vultures, wabi sabi
full of rain
the river races along
past everything here-
I can’t shake this sense
I’m living on borrowed time
leaning back
as turkey vultures sun
on the roof…
17 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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New York State, old house, photography, poetry, route 7, route 88, Schenevus, stone work, wabi sabi, Worcester
the stone walls
still holding up some roof
and letting light in too…
17 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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Fall Creek, Ithaca, Ithca Falls, photography, poetry, spring, thaw, waterfalls
spring sun-
making a list
of what makes me happy
a big thaw
going on for all
to see…
16 Monday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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hiking, morning light, Peru, photography, poetry, sunrise, treks
priceless-
a poor night’s sleep
in the tent
as the sun rises
the shadow comes out
of the canyon
16 Monday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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evergreens, light, photography, poetry, sky, trees
in the hollow
at the base of the trunk
a seedling
always
reaching for the light
above
15 Sunday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
15 Sunday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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art, gravestones, Ithaca, photography, pines, poetry, tanka
this complete enigma
of me wanting more solitude
then company in turn
on my terms
at just the right time
the beauty
of a stone to someone
unknown…
tom clausen 