17 Tuesday Mar 2015
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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15 Sunday Mar 2015
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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…
15 Sunday Mar 2015
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art, nature, photography, poetry, puddles, reflections, spring, tanka, trees, water
wondering if this is what
my parents felt,
in their own time
seeing a better past slip
ever further behind
the water
in the tree, the water
in me…
15 Sunday Mar 2015
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it is love we all want
and all these ways
we go about getting it…
how strange in my secluded spot
a stranger finds me
taking time out
from the flock
to sing a solo
tom clausen 