27 Saturday Jun 2015
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art, beauty, dreams, fields, Finger Lakes, haiku, nature, New York State, old vehicles, out to pasture, pastures, photography, poetry, relics, rust, rusting, terminal, time, trucks, wabi sabi, weathering, wonder
back home
the old truck comes to rest
in its ruts
wind running
through the field
around the old truck
27 Saturday Jun 2015
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beauty, flowers, haiku, Ithaca, Lab of Ornithology, light, light summer, nature, nature preserve, photography, pickerelweed, plants, poetry, ponds, Sapsucker Woods, summer, sun
taking the path
around the pond
with you…
27 Saturday Jun 2015
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Ithaca, Lab of Ornithology, meditation, nature, observe, parks, peace, peace of mind, photography, poetry, ponds, quiet, Sapsucker Woods, sitting, summer, tanka, witness
heart to heart
we reach that place
that exists in the past
from which we are no longer
just here…
the photo
that moment
just that moment…
26 Friday Jun 2015
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26 Friday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
26 Friday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
26 Friday Jun 2015
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25 Thursday Jun 2015
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art, beauty, creeks, design, haiku, hydro power, Ithaca, mills, olden days, past, photography, poetry, Six Mile Creek, summer
the hypnotist
describes her technique
sound of the stream
Van Natta’s dam
water flowing by
the old hydro plant…
25 Thursday Jun 2015
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delivery truck, farms, grown over, lost and found, neglect, now, old farms, old vehicles, olden days, once upon a time, past, photography, poetry, relics, seasons, stages, summer, tanka, time, trucks, wabi sabi, weathering, woods
the wind in the trees
reminds me
that what once was
so important
just passes by
delivery truck
in the good old days
permanently parked
25 Thursday Jun 2015
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art, beauty, design, details, dreams, equipment, farm implements, farms, fields, Finger Lakes, harvester, now, peace, photography, poetry, rust, rusting, summer, threads, time, trees, witness, zen
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
the way
a tree will absorb
a thing
tom clausen 