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
24 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos, trains, Wabi Sabi
Tags
freight trains, photography, poetry, rails, rust, tanka, trains, wheels
beneath the wheel
flecks of new rust
on the rail…
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
22 Sunday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
footprints, melting snow, paths, photography, poetry, sidewalks, snow, tanka
so many chances
in a day
to say something to you,
but here it is
growing late
with the snow
melting away
footprints too…
21 Saturday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
19 Thursday Mar 2015
Posted in abandoned buildings, americana, landscapes, Old Vehicles, poems and photos
Tags
ghost towns, great plains, old cars, photography, poetry, south dakota, summer, tanka, wabi sabi
to show me
the spirit of a train
I wish for one to come-
these overgrown tracks
I walk along
once upon a time
the town thrived out there…
on the plains
18 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
islands, lakes, light, Maine, Onawa Lake, photography, poetry, summer, tanka, water
for ten years
we’ve come to this lake
for vacation-
in the camera this year
your smile a little less
a place to be…
the little island
in the middle of the lake
18 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
18 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in clouds, landscapes, nature, poems and photos, sunsets, trees
Tags
light, photography, poetry, reflection, sunsets, tanka, trees
the farther away it gets
the more magical it becomes
those times at night
in the back seat ,
my parents taking us someplace…
a moment
before our sun leaves us
to another night…
17 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
gravity, photography, poetry, sheds, tanka, turkey vultures, wabi sabi
full of rain
the river races along
past everything here-
I can’t shake this sense
I’m living on borrowed time
leaning back
as turkey vultures sun
on the roof…
tom clausen 