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
weekend sky … 9.25.21
Author: brenda
autumn
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
still life 2
Metadata: Leica D-Lux 7: f/2.8 1/1000s 22.2m 200 ISO Edited: Capture One
fotd: sun-tipped blossom
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
a still life
Metadata: Lecia D-Lux7 .. f/2.2 .. 1/2000s .. -0.7 .. 14.6mm 200 ISO
Edited: Capture One 21 Pro
lens-artist: artificial light
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.”
fotd: leaves
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
cbwc: patterns
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
a photo a week challenge: gates and fences
image posted in response to Nancy Merrill Photography weekly photo challenge
gotta wonder…
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?
weekend sky
“…’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
stop!
stop again!
with your lantern stop!
a green insect ~Issa*
*cited: haikuguy.com
edited in Capture One and Photoshop
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