24 Wednesday Aug 2016
Posted in poems and photos, sunsets
Tags
art, beauty, day, design, details, done, dreams, fields, Finger Lakes, found art, haiku, Ithaca, light, nature, New York, New York State, night, photography, poetry, sky, summer, sun, sunset, time, trees, twilight, walking, witness, woods, zen
heart of the sun beating in time…
*
the day
if I had it all
to do again
24 Wednesday Aug 2016
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, design, details, dreams, fairs, Finger Lakes, fleeting, found art, fun, haiku, light, merry-go-round, New York State, night, photography, poetry, rides, summer, time
summer dreams…
the carnival lights
the night
24 Wednesday Aug 2016
Posted in landscapes, poems and photos
20 Saturday Aug 2016
Posted in landscapes, poems and photos, Wabi Sabi
Tags
art, beauty, design, details, dreams, found art, ghost towns, great plains, haiku, light, nature, old, photography, poetry, reflections, sky, south dakota, summer, sun, time, wabi sabi, west, witness
in and out
of the abandoned building
ghosts
20 Saturday Aug 2016
Posted in clouds, landscapes, poems and photos, roads, trains
20 Saturday Aug 2016
Posted by Tom Clausen | Filed under clouds, landscapes, poems and photos
20 Saturday Aug 2016
Posted in poems and photos
19 Friday Aug 2016
Posted in flowers, poems and photos
Tags
art, beauty, details, dreams, Finger Lakes, flowers, found art, Ithaca, light, Minn's Garden, nature, New York, New York State, photography, plants, poetry, pollination, purple, red, summer, sun, tanka, time, witness
asked to arrange
the flowers in a vase
I put them in any which way-
so glad there are some things
which can’t go wrong
19 Friday Aug 2016
Posted in americana, landscapes, poems and photos, roads
Tags
art, beauty, emptiness, great plains, light, nature, openness, photography, poetry, roads, sky, south dakota, space, summer, tanka
18 Thursday Aug 2016
Posted in flowers, poems and photos
Tags
art, beauty, design, Finger Lakes, flowers, found art, haiku, Ithaca, light, nature, New York, New York State, photography, poetry, summer
the cat’s eyes
so wide…
for a gnat
tom clausen 