08 Monday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
05 Friday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
haiku, hiking, lean-to, nails, New York State, Pharaoh Lake, photography, poetry, wabi sabi, worn smooth
campsite lean-to…
as I read the log book
mosquitoes drop by
bent over
from the beginning
all these years
13 Wednesday May 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
decomposition, exposed, fireplaces, Indiana, Main Street, photography, poetry, Richmond, wabi sabi
exposed…
the inside
outside
bricks
peeling away…
old fire places
04 Monday May 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, found art, haiku, leaves, photography, poetry, spring, wabi sabi, wearing thin
a long winter
gone by
and still here
27 Monday Apr 2015
Posted in abandoned buildings, close up details, poems and photos, rust, Wabi Sabi
Tags
art, decomposition, details, found art, iron, little poems, metal, paint, patterns, peeling, photography, poetry, rust, steel, wabi sabi, weathering
outside in
the way rust
begins
26 Sunday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
guard rails, haiku, Ithaca, photography, poetry, rust, rusting, wabi sabi, weathering, west end
rusting
on the roadside
guard rail
24 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, found art, High Voltage, paint, peeling paint, photography, poetry, rust, wabi sabi, wearing, weathering, worn
at this time
a little dust, some dirt
and peeling paint…
welcome guests
in the living room
peeling paint
at the High Voltage Lab
back door
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
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
photography, poetry, tanka, time, wabi sabi, wall paper, walls
without fanfare at dusk
I drag the dead branch
to the brush pile-
another day risen
and fallen from my life
wall paper
layers of the times
when someone lived here
tom clausen 