28 Tuesday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
edge, Finger Lakes, geology, haiku, layers, nature, New York State, photography, poetry, rock outcrop, sedimentary, shale, strata, structure, Taughannock Park, time
a column
of time waiting
to fall…
25 Saturday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, decay, decomposition, forest, haiku, nature, photography, pines, poetry, time, trees, weather, weathering, woods
going the same way…
exchanging looks with the driver
of the hearse
a red pine
takes it’s time
to fall apart
growth
in layers…
decay
24 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
23 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
distance, haiku, infinity, letting go, multitudes, nature, philosophy, photography, poetry, reality, sky, spring, thought, time, trees, willows, writing
willow sky…
how much there is
to let go
to look up
and see so far
beyond us…
20 Monday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, Finger Lakes, found art, Ithaca, love, photography, poetry, reflection, Sapsucker Woods, sensuality, spring, surreal, tanka, time, visual, water, writing
everything
in time
wearing away…
this echo
of love
visual
taste of a liquid
nature
12 Sunday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
06 Monday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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…
02 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in americana, clouds, landscapes, poems and photos, roads
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
Tags
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
tom clausen 