04 Saturday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
Falls, Finger Lakes, floods, high water, Ithaca, Ithaca Falls, nature, New York State, photography, poetry, snowmelt, spring, waterfalls
Ithaca Falls
in full fury of falling
snow melt
02 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in americana, poems and photos, roads
Tags
Finger Lakes, Ithaca, New York, photography, poetry, streets, weeds
follow
the red brick road
back home
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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gravestones, headstones, Ithaca, New York, poetry, shadows, spring, sun, tanka
silent sentinel
facing the end
of another day
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
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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
28 Saturday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
the time
it takes to carve
a gorge…
28 Saturday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, Ithaca, light, photography, poetry, reflections, Rhodes Hall, stairways, surreal, Theory Center, trees
stairway rails
seen through
the reflections
25 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
DeWitt Park, fashion, Ithaca, park bench, parks, poetry, reading, spring, thaw
one short chapter-
I move the lawn chair
to reclaim some sun
spring
the joy of a book
in the park
24 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
freight hopping, freight trains, freight yard, hobos, Ithaca, New York, photography, poetry, rails, spring, tanka, tracks, winter
a string
of covered hoppers
in the winter sun
22 Sunday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
autumn colors-
how assertive
she becomes
the aesthetics
of each season
in turn…
20 Friday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
East Hill, Ithaca, jogging path, photography, poetry, rails to trails, recreation way, spring, sun
those were the days…
she’d meet me halfway
from work
sun burst
through the overcast
old railroad bed
tom clausen 