five of seven…wired

On a quiet evening in my thatch-roofed hut,

alone I play a lute with no strings.

It’s melody enters wind and cloud,

mingles deeply with a flowing stream,

fills out the dark valley,

blows through the vast forest, then disappears.

Other than those who hear emptiness,

who will capture this rare sound?

                              ~Ryokan*

elsewhere

*cited:

Sky Above, Great Wind

K Tanahashi

embrace the race

The USA Pro Challenge is an annual multi-day professional road cycling stage race that is celebrated for taking racers through the spectacular Rocky Mountain scenery in Northern Colorado. Does motion blur photography give us, the spectator, a visual idea of a racer’s experience as s/he cycles to the finish line?