25 Saturday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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art, decay, decomposition, forest, haiku, nature, photography, pines, poetry, time, trees, weather, weathering, woods
going the same way…
exchanging looks with the driver
of the hearse
a red pine
takes it’s time
to fall apart
growth
in layers…
decay
25 Saturday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
Fall Creek, Finger Lakes, foot bridge, geology, haiku, Ithaca, nature, New York State, photography, poetry, rivers, spring, streams, Triphammer Bridge, water falls
the way
rain takes
the mountain
Triphammer
looking at the footbridge
over Fall Creek
25 Saturday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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documentation, forests, marriage, nature, observation, peace, photography, poetry, reflections, seeing, spring, standing ater, still water, stillness, trees, walking, water, witness, woods, zen
morning zazen
marriage counseling
ourselves
still water
in the woods
peace of mind
24 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
24 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
24 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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flower beds, flowers, love, messages, nature, photography, poetry, snow, spring, weather
the fleeting
circumstance
of late spring
delivering snow
blossoms
late spring snow
on the blossoms
already out…
24 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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art, found art, High Voltage, paint, peeling paint, photography, poetry, rust, wabi sabi, wearing, weathering, worn
at this time
a little dust, some dirt
and peeling paint…
welcome guests
in the living room
peeling paint
at the High Voltage Lab
back door
23 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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D.C., greenhouses, greetings, hiding, humor, leaf, leaves, photography, poetry, summer, tanka, Washington
so intent with feeling
that her warm greeting
to someone just beyond me
gave me a moment so sure
she was greeting me
the child
hiding under the leaf
giggling
23 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
Fall Creek, Flat Rocks, Ithaca, philosophy, photography, Plantations, poetry, rivers, spring, streams, sun, tanka, writing
my youth spent
gathering strength and solace
of friends near and far–
these short years later
losing them one by one
river of gold
flowing with and toward
the sun
23 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in birds, nature, poems and photos
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feathers, feeders, flight, flying, nature, observance, photography, poetry, spring, witness
the feeder-
the gift of flight visits
one by one
blue jay…
my day spent without
any scolding
tom clausen 