Author: brenda

cbwc: weather

In the attitude, and with the manner, of the woman of old,

Full of grief, she stands in the glorious morning light.

The dew is like the tears of to-day;

The mosses like the garments of years ago.

Her resentment is that of the Woman of the Hsiang River;

Her silence that of the concubine of the King of Ch’u.

Still and solitary in the sweet-scented mist,

As if waiting for her husband’s return. ~ Li Tai-po*

Leica D-Lux 7 … f//2.8 . 1/200s . 34mm . 100 ISO
Leica D-Lux 7 … f/2.8 . 1/125s . 34mm . 100 ISO

Early morning mist submitted in response to Cee’s CBWC challenge: weather

*Cited (Fir-Flower Tablets Poems Translated from the Chinese, Various Author Project Gutenberg)

lens-artist: keep walking

Urban Hiking

I am old and I am bored. I was never very wise and my mind has never walked much further than my feet. Oh my forest, my forest … I go back and back to wander there.

There blue fingers of the moon still play on my old lute. There wind scatters clouds and comes down to flutter my robe.

You ask me what is the best happiness of all? In the forest it is sweet to hear a girl singing on the path, after she has stoped to ask her way, and thanked you with a smile. ~Wang-Wei*

Thank you Amy (The World is a Book) for this week’s lens-artists challenge: Keep Walking.

*cited: The Jade Flute: Chinese Poems in Prose: The Project Gutenberg