After autumn winds have blown away the colors of fall, the wilting landscape left behind is a sleeping yellowish-brown hue that remains until spring winds travel across glaciered lands. Between the snowfalls of winter, it is wabi-sabi that greets me throughout each day.
Words of old-- whispered today by wind in the reeds. ~Shōhaku (cited: Trans: S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)
From bare brush along a mountain path-- the sound of frost ~Shinkei (cited: Trans: S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)
Fallen to the ground like those words of old-- glowing leaves ~Inko (cited: Trans: S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)
Travels and Trifles invites photographers to share what they find interesting about a chosen subject. This post represents current work with double exposure as an avenue to open myself to the beauty of the imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete qualities of late autumn.