
Monochrome still life posted in response to Leanne’s Monochrome Madness invitation

Monochrome still life posted in response to Leanne’s Monochrome Madness invitation
Looking backward … I cannot see the ancients days. Looking forward … I cannot see ages yet to come. Only heaven and earth have remained, and will remain forever … I am alone, I grieve, I drop tears into the dust. ~Chen Tzu-ang*
Images that speak of solitary … alone … by one’s self evoke feelings of contemplative sadness.











Leya has extended a lens-artists challenge: setting a mood
*cited: Translator: Anonymous. The Project Gutenberg Ebook of the Jade Flute, by Various

Fujifilm X-T4: f/16 1/210s 46.4mm 640ISO
Even in Kyoto-
hearing the cuckoo’s cry-
I long for Kyoto. ~Bushō

“Solastalgia conveys the distressing homesickness we experience without leaving home, when home has altered beyond recognition, such as when seeing a familiar and beloved environment that has been destroyed by drought, fire or flood, by the extremes of climate change.”
cited: Dharma Talk bySensei Deirdre Eisho Peterson – Red Rocks Zen Circle
Note: “Solastalgia” was coined by a contemporary Australian environmental philosopher named Glenn Albrecht, and it is a word that comes out of the climate crisis. This word solastalgia combines the words solace, desolation and nostalgia.
Paula’s Lost in Translation Words of Wisdom

Ritva Sillanmäki invites an exploration of “Taking the mundane and shining a different light on it. Highlighting an object or scene that we normally pass by without notice, and making it something special. This process allows us to appreciate the beauty and significance of everyday things that often go overlooked. By giving attention to these ordinary elements, we can find inspiration and joy in the simple moments of life”.
I once read that a photograph of a peanut taken at a distance is just an image of a peanut. A photograph of a peanut that fills the image space is art.





A poppy submitted in response to Cee’s cffc challenge: a single flower
O for a friend–that we might see and listen together!
O the beautiful dawn in the mountain village!–
The repeated sound of cuckoos near and far away.~The Sarashina Diary*

*cited: Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan
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