08 Monday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
06 Saturday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, design, found art, oceans, patterns, photography, poetry, Rhode Island, ripples, sand, Scarborough Beach State Park, seas, tanka, water
creating a space
in himself
that can’t be filled
– his lengthy ritual
seaside walks
the way
water comes and goes
on the beach
13 Wednesday May 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, found art, fountains, Glen Miller Park, Indiana, nature, philosophy, photography, poetry, ponds, reflections, Richmond, ripples, seasons, senryu, spring, surreal, surrealism, water, waters, zen
trying to figure
how to spend it…
a little free time
breeze rippled
clouds on the water
day dream
12 Tuesday May 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, day dreams, found art, fountains, Glen Miller Park, Indiana, perspective, philosophy, photography, poetry, reflections, Richmond, satisfation, slow, spring, tanka, time, zen
How ironic
Coming to love
This life and world
And at the same time
Letting it all go…
what a day
for a day dream…
04 Monday May 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, found art, haiku, leaves, photography, poetry, spring, wabi sabi, wearing thin
a long winter
gone by
and still here
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
28 Tuesday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
27 Monday Apr 2015
Posted in abandoned buildings, close up details, poems and photos, rust, Wabi Sabi
Tags
art, decomposition, details, found art, iron, little poems, metal, paint, patterns, peeling, photography, poetry, rust, steel, wabi sabi, weathering
outside in
the way rust
begins
24 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
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
20 Monday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
tom clausen 