21 Sunday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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dad, family, father, father's day, Ithaca, loss, love, memory, photography, poetry, rememberance, tanka, time, tribute, years
the photo of my father
that I like best
is the one in the yard
the very year
I was born…
Father’s Day-
this long term wish
to know him better…
21 Sunday Jun 2015
Posted in close up details, flowers, nature, plants, poems and photos, summer
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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…
18 Thursday Jun 2015
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18 Thursday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
18 Thursday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
17 Wednesday Jun 2015
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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
16 Tuesday Jun 2015
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beauty, design, eyes, haiku, introspection, Ithaca, knot holes, knots, New York, patterns, photography, planks, poetry, texture, time, wabi sabi, weathered, weathering, wood, wood grain
my eye-
a knot hole
in the old barn
the children
peek
into the old barn…
looking on line
about another symptom
the hypochondriac
11 Thursday Jun 2015
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10 Wednesday Jun 2015
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evening, Ithaca, Libe Slope, light, New York, sky, stillness, summer, sunset, transition
the homeless man
asks us
to take him home…
arriving to see
the sunset… the moment
it slipped below the horizon
06 Saturday Jun 2015
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Ithaca, june, light, meditation, photography, poetry, sky, spring, summer, tanka, transcience, walking
Pushed by the wind
at the far end of the sky
a few clouds…
I can see that what I want
keeps changing too
“I’ve looked at life
from both sides now…
-Judy Collins
tom clausen 