14 Tuesday Jul 2015
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art, beauty, green, inheritance, Ithaca, koan, memories, moving on, photography, poetry, trucks, vacations, vehicles, zen
back home
the old truck comes to rest
in its ruts
Alaska, the Golden Gate,
Death Valley, Yellowstone
Glacier, Acadia, Wind Rivers
and then permanently parked
until yesterday….
’67 Chevy
the day I let it go
to a better life…
13 Monday Jul 2015
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beauty, forests, ghosts, haiku, Hammond Hill, Indian Pipes, Ithaca, nature, New York State, parasites, photography, plants, poetry, State Forest, summer, white, wilderness, woods
late day sun-
deep on the forest floor
a seedling
ghost dance
on the forest floor
Indian Pipes
10 Friday Jul 2015
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10 Friday Jul 2015
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creeks, dam, Finger Lakes, haiku, Ithaca, New York State, photography, poetry, reservoir, Six Mile Creek, water waterfalls, whitewater
clean bill of health
water
over the dam
10 Friday Jul 2015
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09 Thursday Jul 2015
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art, creeks, found art, Ithaca, New York, photography, poetry, rivers, Six Mile Creek, stone work, stones, streams, summer, tanka, towers, trails, walking, witness
wanting my old life
when I wanted
my present life
stirring the soup she made
as a cold rain falls outside
mid-stream
the stones are in
a balancing act
09 Thursday Jul 2015
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art, Finger Lakes, fleetingness, found art, fragility, haiku, Ithaca, leaves, light, magnification, nature, New York, now, paths, photography, poetry, rain, Six Mile Creek, summer, temporal, trails, zen
another fallen leaf
magnifying my sense
being here now
the rain
keeps falling
on itself
08 Wednesday Jul 2015
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07 Tuesday Jul 2015
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06 Monday Jul 2015
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art, details, dried art, fields, Finger Lakes, galls, goldenrods, Ithaca, nature, New York State, patterns, photography, poetry, seasons, stalks, summer, tanka, weeds
While planting bulbs
my wife unearths
a childhood cap gun of mine
I hold it
trying to grasp back then
galls…
the very gall
of them!
tom clausen 