18 Thursday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
03 Sunday May 2015
Posted in clouds, nature, poems and photos
Tags
art, beauty, design, details, dreams, Finger Lakes, formations, found art, haiku, Ithaca, light, May, nature, New York, overhead, photography, poetry, seasons, sky, spring, striations, summer, time, walking, whimsy, witness, zen
over my head
these feelings
and clouds
26 Sunday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
dreams, haiku, imagination, make believe, nature, photography, poetry, sky, spring, trees, wonders
spring day…
making it up
as I go along
gazing
across the street
clouds in motion…
09 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
09 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, dreams, nature, photography, poetry, puddles, reflections, seeing, spring, surfaces, tanka, trees, vision
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a small puddle
holding
a large tree top
02 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in americana, clouds, landscapes, poems and photos, roads
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
Tags
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
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
27 Friday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
dreams, lakes, photography, poetry, reality, reflections, tanka, trees, water
beyond this life
that one old friend
I bump into over and over
promising that we’ll get together
again, someday
that line
between reality
and dream
06 Friday Feb 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
is it the prize
of growing older
these vivid dreams
so much more dramatic
then what I do awake
tom clausen 