29 Monday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
flower, gardens, haiku, Ithaca, observation, photography, pink, poetry, rain, summer, sweet pea, walking, wild, wildflowers
most of the rain
not falling
on me
after the downpour
sweet pea
refreshed
29 Monday Jun 2015
Posted in close up details, gardens, nature, poems and photos
27 Saturday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, beauty, design, details, dials, dreams, farm equipment, farms, Finger Lakes, gauges, machinery, machines, numbers, poetry, reading, summer, tanka, wabi sabi
the needle
holding true
season after season
exactly as it was between us
long ago…
so many things
left to the sweep
of time
the last pressure
setting frozen
for all time…
27 Saturday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
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
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
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
Posted in poems and photos
26 Friday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
26 Friday Jun 2015
Posted in deer, nature, poems and photos
25 Thursday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
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
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
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
