The autumn wind
more white
than the rocks in the rocky mountains ~Basho
Oh leaves, ask the wind which of you
Will be the first to fall. ~Soseki
Along this road
Is none but I
This autumn eve. ~ Basho
in branches dense
with cicadas’ drone —
one autumn leaf ~Shohaku
“But why now?”
You will ask, awake
in autumn night. ~ Nishiyama Soin*
Images of past autumns with autumn haiku submitted for this week’s Lens-Artists photo challenge: colors of autumn
The dark sky dulls my dreamy mind,
Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan
The down-dripping rain lingers–
O my tears down falling, longing after thee! ~The diary of Murasaki Shikibu
None calls upon me, or remembers me in my mountain village.
On the reeds by the thin hedge, the Autumn winds are sighing.
~The Sarashina Diary (cited: Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan
Metadata: Leica D-Lux 7: f/2.8 1/1000s 22.2m 200 ISO Edited: Capture One
Rapidly tonight my boat floats down the river under a cloud-dappled sky. I look into the water; it is as clear as the night. When clouds float past the moon, I seem them floating in the river, and feel I am rowing in the sky.
I think of my love … mirrored so in my heart. ~Tu Fu*
sun-tipped blossom submitted in response to Cee’s flower of the day photo challenge
*cited: The Jude Flute Gutenberg.org
Metadata: Lecia D-Lux7 .. f/2.2 .. 1/2000s .. -0.7 .. 14.6mm 200 ISO
Edited: Capture One 21 Pro
The Opera Galleria
This week Ann-Christine (Leya To see the world in a Grain of Sand...) invites photographers to share images that “throw some artificial light on things.”
waiting for autumn…
Compared to last year,
this has even more loneliness —
autumn evening ~Buson (Haiku Master Buson, Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert)
Leaves submitted in response to Cee’s flower of the day photo challenge
I grasp
in the darkness of the heart
a firefly. ~Buson (Y Sawa & EM Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)
Cee’s black and white photo challenge: patterns
image posted in response to Nancy Merrill Photography weekly photo challenge
How did this picnic table end up in this empty field?
What possible reason would someone want to have a picnic in this particular place?
How does one enjoy having a picnic in an open field with no shade?
Why would someone put a picnic table on a curve so close to a dirt road?
I think that one’s lunch would become very unpleasant when they found themselves in a dust cloud stirred up by a passing truck.
Is there a final destination for this picnic table?
“…’when I looked out, opening the sliding door on the corridor, I saw the morning moon very faint and beautiful,’ …”
~The Sarashina Dairy (cited: Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
Weekend skies with Hammad Rais
a meditative journey 
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