02 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in americana, clouds, landscapes, poems and photos, roads
02 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
02 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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Finger Lakes, life, mime, New York, performance art, photography, poetry, still life, summer, Trumansburg
between bites
from the apple
his stare….
holding
one pose after another
the mime
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
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gravestones, headstones, Ithaca, New York, poetry, shadows, spring, sun, tanka
silent sentinel
facing the end
of another day
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
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art, beauty, design, details, dreams, Finger Lakes, found art, haiku, Ithaca, light, nature, New York, New York State, photography, poetry, puddles, reflections, sheds, sky, spring, sun, tanka, time, walking, water, water colors, witness, writing, zen
wind outside the mall
and as I wait
with my eyes closed
a killdeer calls
from another life
pausing…
in the puddle
the pig barn
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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photography, poetry, tanka, time, wabi sabi, wall paper, walls
without fanfare at dusk
I drag the dead branch
to the brush pile-
another day risen
and fallen from my life
wall paper
layers of the times
when someone lived here
31 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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desert, high altitude, llamas, Mirador de los Volcanes, mountains, Peru, photography, poetry, thin air
windy thin air
at a high altitude
rest stop
31 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in autumn, landscapes, nature, poems and photos, Wabi Sabi
Tags
art, beauty, design, dreams, fall, Finger Lakes, found art, lakes, light, nature, New York, New York State, photography, poetry, Seneca Lake, shore, shore line, sky, sun, tanka, time, trees, upstate New York, water, waters, witness, woods
the clarity
of being here now
as witness
31 Tuesday Mar 2015
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dandelions, flowers, lawns, photography, poetry, summer, tanka, yards
no contest at all
sitting here under a willow
watching the water
while all sorts of chores
remain undone…
within this world
infinite worlds
to find….
tom clausen 