01 Thursday Sep 2016
Posted in deer, landscapes, nature, poems and photos
24 Wednesday Aug 2016
Posted in poems and photos, sunsets
Tags
art, beauty, day, design, details, done, dreams, fields, Finger Lakes, found art, haiku, Ithaca, light, nature, New York, New York State, night, photography, poetry, sky, summer, sun, sunset, time, trees, twilight, walking, witness, woods, zen
heart of the sun beating in time…
*
the day
if I had it all
to do again
24 Wednesday Aug 2016
Posted in landscapes, poems and photos, trees
24 Wednesday Aug 2016
Posted in poems and photos, trees
16 Wednesday Sep 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
beauty, haiku, nature, paths, photography, poetry, Sapsucker Woods, summer, trails, woods
the insect hum-
another path
into thoughts
the beauty
of getting out away
from it all…
15 Tuesday Sep 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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
04 Tuesday Aug 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
beauty, Finger Lakes, forest floor, forests, Ithaca, leaves, moss, mushrooms, nature, nature preserve, New York, poetry, Ringwood Swamp, still life, summer, tanka, woods
if we looked together
at this little vignette
and said nothing at all
might it bring us closer
and give us peace of mind?
forest floor
the housekeeping
of it all
14 Tuesday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
14 Tuesday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
Finger Lakes, forest, fragility, Hammond Hill, hiking, mushrooms, nature, New York State, paths, photography, poetry, summer, tanka, trails, walking, woods
getting away
from it all
to find some distance
from the cost of living
that keeps going up…
‘remember what the dormouse said…
feed your head’
tom clausen 