31 Monday Aug 2015
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Tags
art, beauty, East Lawn Cemetery, family, family tree, Finger Lakes, haiku, Ithaca, lawn, New York State, oaks, photography, poetry, roots, shade, summer, time, trees
spreading oak-
each family a world
unto itself
taking time
in the cemetery
for some shade
26 Wednesday Aug 2015
20 Thursday Aug 2015
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Tags
art, beauty, design, details, dreams, farms, haiku, history, houses, light, Marshall House, New York State, photography, poetry, quiet, Revolutionary War, stillness, summer, time
from one room
to another
stray thoughts
the slow
steady sound
of the clock
09 Thursday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
30 Tuesday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
design, destinations, Inca, lost, Machu Picchu, mecca, mountains, Peru, ruins, South America, stone, stone work, time, tourists
passed down
from my parents
dust pan and brush
Machu Picchu
a full day of steep
sensation
29 Monday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
27 Saturday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
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
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
25 Thursday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
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
25 Thursday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
