Week 10 Storytelling: Hometown (Tell us the story of your hometown. It could be a famous landmark, something the town is known for, or even just your favorite place to relax.)
Image and music submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.
“Our mind is a painter, it paints all kinds of wonderful things, which are nothing more than the objects of our imagination. We create images to love, to crave, to be angry with, and to hate. It is our mind, our perceptions, that create these images. All perceptions are wrong perceptions. If a perception is not wrong, we call it understanding or wisdom.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh (The Other Shore)
Alas! the waving moss deceived your vision.
The clear mirror* is never tarnished:
Therefore look deep. ~ Lady Sakyo (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
*The mirror is the symbol of the soul of a Japanese woman
What intensity of memory clings to your heart?
That gentle shower fell on the leaves–
Only for a moment [our hearts touched]. ~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
Last year’s
fragile, vanished snow
is falling now again–
if only seeing you
could be like this. ~Izumi Shikibu (J Hirshfield & M Aratant, The Ink Dark Moon)
murmur of voices
unheeded by today’s
regrets of yesterday
Image submitted for Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.
Week 9 Inspiration: Mood (Your Artistic Inspiration this week is the mood you are feeling today. Take that mood and use it to create art.)
if my father were here–
dawn colors
over green fields ~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
As evening arrives, sorrow visits.
Your phantom, yearned for throughout the day
never appeared.
“For remembrance of her I wanted to write about her,”… but I stopped short with the words, “Ink seems to have frozen up, I cannot write any more.” *
How shall I gather memories of my sister?
The stream of letters is congealed.
No comfort may be found in icicles
~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
*The continuous writing of the cursive Japanese characters is often compared to a meandering river. “Ink seems to have frozen up” means that her eyes are dim with tears, and no more she can write continuously and flowingly.
spring breeze–
the pine on the ridge
whispers it ~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
“[Frank Meadow] Sutclifffe rarely left Whitby, where his portrait studio kept him busy, and said that we was ‘tethered for the greater part of each year by a chain, at the most only a mile or two long.’ To most modern photographers this would seem a crippling restriction, but Shutcliffe gradually realized that is was an asset to him as a photographer since it forced him to concentrate on the transitory effects that would transform familiar scenes.” (cited: Frank Meadow Sutcliffe, the Aperture History of Photography Series: Aperture 1979
While I dreamed of traveling during those long-hours filled with work and family responsibilities, I find that Frank Shutcliffe’s creative work serves to move me toward greater acceptance of being “tethered” during this retirement period with the challenge to open myself to the “transitory effects” of nature that transforms the landscape close to home.
Image, haiku, and excerpt from Aperture submitted in response to Patti’s (P. A. Moed) lens-artists photo challenge: nature.
in the long day
scribbling on a wall…
eyes, nose ~Issa (www.haiku.guy)
Images of artists’ creation of the emotional expressions of eyes submitted in response to Jenn’s (Traveling at Wits End) photo challenge: eyes.
such stillness
the cries of yesterday
sink into reflections
in morning shadows
he passes through the barrier gate…
with paper fan ~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
hop on over to Tina’s to join this week’s lens-artist’s challenge: shadows
a meditative journey 
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