08 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, found art, nature, photography, poetry, puddles, reflections, roads, streets, trees
on the way home
more geese
on the way home
wherever
you may be
may there be beauties
about you
03 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in americana, Old Vehicles, poems and photos, roads, Wabi Sabi
Tags
art, beauty, design, details, family, found art, history, light, old cars, photography, poetry, pontiacs, reflections, small towns, tanka, time, vacations, Vermont, wabi sabi, witness
wanting my old life
when I wanted
my present life
stirring the soup she made
as a cold rain falls outside
asked to pose
with an old Pontiac
her stoic look…
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
30 Monday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
doors, Finger Lakes, New York State, Ovid, photography, poetry, reflections, Seneca Lake, weathered wood, weathering
the roof
caved in
but the door closed and locked…
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
28 Saturday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
27 Friday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
dreams, lakes, photography, poetry, reality, reflections, tanka, trees, water
beyond this life
that one old friend
I bump into over and over
promising that we’ll get together
again, someday
that line
between reality
and dream
23 Monday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
photography, poetry, puddles, rain, rain drops, reflections, spring, tanka, trees
at the old parking lot
the sparrows bathe
in a big puddle
sometimes I’m so happy
just to be here as witness
breaking
the reflection stillness
rain drops
18 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
