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a historical journey through WP

January 2014

Still life

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February 2014

“Within the mind is a storehouse of memories that entered [my] psyche through the windows of [my] senses.  The treaures received through the gift of sight, hearing, taste, touch, and smell…these are what I have come to cherish as yearnings for possessions fade from desire.  What I yearn for now is to live a life filled with the creation of memories to visit and revisit again.”

April 2014

There was a  man who was so disturbed by the sight of his own shadow and so displeased with his own footsteps that he determined to get rid of both. The method he hit upon was to run away from them.

So he got up and ran. But every time he put his foot down there was another step, while his shadow kept up with him without the slightest difficulty.

He attributed his failure to the fact that the was not running fast enough. So he ran faster and faster, without stropping, until he finally dropped dead.

He failed to realize that if he merely stepped into the shade, his shadow would vanish, and if he sat down and stayed still, there would be no more footsteps.*

*cited: The Way of Chuang Tzu Thomas Merton

May 2014

weekend skies

“Have you ever wondered how much a cloud weighs? Because they float so effortlessly, it would be easy to assume they are almost weightless. But, they are most certainly not.”

According to scientists, the weight of the average cumulus cloud is 1.1 million pounds! Think about that for a moment. This means that at any given moment, there are millions of pounds of water floating above your head. That’s the equivalent of 100 elephants.

So, how does that much weight stay afloat? For one thing, the weight is spread out into millions of droplets over a really big space. Some of the droplets are so small that you would need a million of them to make a single raindrop.” cited: headsup.scoutlife.org

image and a bit of science submitted in response to Blog of Hammad Rais’ Weekend Skies

Lens-artist: colors of autumn

The autumn wind

more white

than the rocks in the rocky mountains ~Basho

Oh leaves, ask the wind which of you

Will be the first to fall. ~Soseki

Along this road

Is none but I

This autumn eve. ~ Basho

in branches dense

with cicadas’ drone —

one autumn leaf ~Shohaku

“But why now?”

You will ask, awake

in autumn night. ~ Nishiyama Soin*

Images of past autumns with autumn haiku submitted for this week’s Lens-Artists photo challenge: colors of autumn

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