backside
what didn’t fit
in the barn proper
out to pasture by tom clausen
31 Wednesday Jan 2024
Posted in abandoned buildings, americana, barns, fields, haiku, Ithaca, landscapes, nature, photos, poems and photos, snow, winter
Tag Archives: weathered
barn blind by tom clausen
26 Sunday Nov 2023
Posted in abandoned buildings, americana, autumn, barns, fields, haiku, landscapes, nature, photos, poems and photos, Wabi Sabi
across the plains by tom clausen
21 Wednesday Sep 2016
Posted in americana, close up details, Old Vehicles, poems and photos, roads, rust, summer, Wabi Sabi
Tags
art, beauty, design, details, Detroit, dreams, found art, great plains, haiku, iron, junk yards, metal, nash, nature, North Dakota, photography, poetry, reflections, relics, summer, time, used cars, vintage, wabi sabi, weathered, witness, worn, zen
under big sky
from one water tower
to the next…
wabi sabi series by tom clausen (with thanks to mary stevens)
05 Wednesday Aug 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, beauty, design, details, dew, dreams, dripping, drops, fields, Finger Lakes, fog, forests, found art, green, haiku, Ithaca, knots, loneliness, New York State, osprey, photography, Rhode Island, rust, sand, shape, shifting, stillness, tanka, trails, unitarian, wabi sabi, weathered, weathering, woods, zen
how ironic
coming to love
this life and world
and at the same time
letting it all go…
in the eye
of the beholder
wabi sabi
red shed series by tom clausen
03 Monday Aug 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, beauty, Finger Lakes, Ithaca, knots, New York State, now, photography, planks, poetry, red, summer, wabi sabi, weathered, weathering, wood, wood grain, worn
older and older
the strangers saying hello
to me
the way paint
holds on through
hard times
knot holes by tom clausen
16 Tuesday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
beauty, design, eyes, haiku, introspection, Ithaca, knot holes, knots, New York, patterns, photography, planks, poetry, texture, time, wabi sabi, weathered, weathering, wood, wood grain
my eye-
a knot hole
in the old barn
the children
peek
into the old barn…
looking on line
about another symptom
the hypochondriac
numbers by tom clausen
16 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
found art, phone books, photography, poetry, roadside, spring, tanka, weathered, wind
beyond this life
that one old friend
I bump into over and over
promising that we’ll get together
again, someday
wind
flipping the pages
old phone book
tom clausen 