Not for stilts
but as a cane
bamboo serves me now,
I who call to mind
the games of childhood.
~Saigyo (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
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Not for stilts
but as a cane
bamboo serves me now,
I who call to mind
the games of childhood.
~Saigyo (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
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beautifully sad–both words and photo, yet still uplifting.
My mother once wrote a poem about her walker in which she referred to it as her friend. Regrettably, I fear I have lost it during a move. My personal photo challenge this week is combining simplicity with the rule of odds. How am I doing? Hope you kept warm and cozy during the winter chill that invaded Florida.
You have simplicity down to an art form, Brenda. And I loved your golden hour photos. You are doing wonderful. Cold, warm, rain, and very cold again this weekend. I cannot keep up…
Thank you. Photography seems to be a never-ending learning process.
Love the simplicity – so beautiful! Great take on the challenge! Marcus
Thank you so much Marcus…I welcome your feedback.