05 Sunday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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Finger Lakes, grazing, holstein, Ithaca, nature, New York State, pasture, photography, poetry, summer
an exchange
by the roadside
without words…
holsteins
in their perfection
moo
05 Sunday Jul 2015
Posted in nature, poems and photos, roads
Tags
Finger Lakes, fragility, Ithaca, journey, life, migration, New York State, newts, photography, poetry, red eft, roads, salamanders, summer, wetlands
up out of the valley
across roads
a perilous journey
red eft
on the move
to become a newt
05 Sunday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
29 Monday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
27 Saturday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, beauty, design, details, dials, dreams, farm equipment, farms, Finger Lakes, gauges, machinery, machines, numbers, poetry, reading, summer, tanka, wabi sabi
the needle
holding true
season after season
exactly as it was between us
long ago…
so many things
left to the sweep
of time
the last pressure
setting frozen
for all time…
27 Saturday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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art, beauty, dreams, fields, Finger Lakes, haiku, nature, New York State, old vehicles, out to pasture, pastures, photography, poetry, relics, rust, rusting, terminal, time, trucks, wabi sabi, weathering, wonder
back home
the old truck comes to rest
in its ruts
wind running
through the field
around the old truck
26 Friday Jun 2015
Posted in deer, nature, poems and photos
25 Thursday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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art, beauty, design, details, dreams, equipment, farm implements, farms, fields, Finger Lakes, harvester, now, peace, photography, poetry, rust, rusting, summer, threads, time, trees, witness, zen
could be I’m tired
or lost, but to close my eyes
and nod off
while the world goes on
gives me a certain peace
the way
a tree will absorb
a thing
21 Sunday Jun 2015
Posted in close up details, flowers, nature, plants, poems and photos, summer
Tags
development, Finger Lakes, flowers, green, Ithaca, leaves, milkweed, nature, New York, phases, photography, plants, poetry, stages, summer, tanka, weeds
could be I’m tired
or lost, but to close my eyes
and nod off
while the world goes on
gives me a certain peace
milkweed
on one plant
from bud to bloom…
17 Wednesday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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art, beauty, design, Finger Lakes, haiku, Ithaca, joists, leaning, pegs, photography, poetry, posts, summer, time, tongue and groove
for the night
an abandoned barn-
so many stories
the old barn
leaning further
this year…
one night in the barn
I search the rafters
– the quality of the workmanship
tom clausen 