dawn’s tranquility
receding shadows
waiting … waiting … wait …

Visit The Life of B to join November’s Shadows of Squares
dawn’s tranquility
receding shadows
waiting … waiting … wait …

Visit The Life of B to join November’s Shadows of Squares
She with a cup of coffee, embraced within her chilled palms, both blanketed by the first light’s silence … her eyes looking, not seeing the eastern horizon’s slow transition from darkness to light. Suddenly, the sky’s canvas painted by the dance of the sun’s rays and clouds broke through her internal musings, “Wait, wait, please don’t move,” she pleaded as she began a search for her camera and trying so desperately, once again, to win her battle with … the moment by moment changes within life, the ephemeral nature of all that is…
across a concealed blue sky
aimless shifting stories...
gathering and dispersing – obscure particles
painting stories … anew,
moment by moment




Thank you Tina for the week’s lens-artist challenge: Ephemeral
it seems to wash
the summer mountains…
sunrise ~Issa*

Fujifilm X-T4: f/8 1/210s 80mm 400ISO
that village’s
floating bridge of dreams…
spring frost ~Issa
Ann Christine from Leya invites lens-artists to share their interpretation of the theme Dreamy. She introduces soft dreamy photographs as images created with soft light, soft focus, delicate tones, and other gentle aspects to produce an ethereal picture.
The dark sky dulls my dreamy mind,
The down-dripping rain lingers–
O my tears down falling, longing after thee!
~The Diary of Murasaki Shikibu




Thank you Ann Christine for this challenge…sometimes life’s realities need to slumber and awaken the gentle nature of dreamy.
It stirs the soul
of even
the most
indifferent person –
first autumn winds ~Saigyo
Journeys with Johnbo takes us back to Patty’s June 2020 lens-artists photo challenge in which she invited artists “… join us … and share your images of this season. What does autumn look like in your part of the world? What does this season mean to you personally?”
Images of autumn, 2020



how I envy maple leafage
which turns beautiful
then falls ~Kagami Shikoo



What is it about autumn that is personal … the joy of a new school year, crunchy sounds of leaves, sights of leaves swirling with autumn winds, memories of burning leaves and jumping into piles of leaves, scents of autumn, promises of snow, desires to fly with geese, and feeling autumn’s unique dryness.
In sorrow I gaze upon the sky of Autumn
The clouds are in turmoil
And the wind is high. ~The Diary of Izumi Shikibu

Settling, white dew
does not discriminate,
each drop its home ~ Nishiyama Soin

Fujifilm X-T4: f/8 1/600 s 80 mm 400 ISO
taking a tiny trip
to see and be seen…
new summer robes ~Issa*

*cited: haikuguy.com

Fujifilm X-T4: f/16 1/10 s 80 mm 400 ISO
“Long ago there were two queens called Huang and Ying. And they stood on the shores of the Hsiao-hsiang, to the south of Lake Tung-t’ing. Their sorrow was deep as the waters of the Lake that go straight down a thousand miles. Dark clouds blackened the sun. Shōjō howled in the mist and ghosts whistled in the rain. The queens said, “Though we speak of it we cannot mend it. High Heaven is secretly afraid to shine on our loyalty. But the thunder crashes and bellows its anger, …
…
So the royal ladies wept, standing amid yellow clouds. Their tears followed the winds and waves, that never return. And while they wept, they looked out into the distance and saw the deep mountain of Tsang-wu.
“’The mountain of Tsang-wu shall fall and the waters of the Hsiang shall cease, sooner than the marks of our tears shall fade from these bamboo-leaves’.” ~Li Po*
*cited: trans: Arthur Waley, The Poet Li Po, The Project Gutenberg eBook
Within one of the realms of The Wheel of Suffering, is the animal realm in which a bodhisattva is depicted holding a book representing the need for wisdom that arises through thought, speech, and reflection.

” … I come to a place where I envision myself eagerly standing before bookshelves, my eyes lightly and briefly touching upon one book’s title and then another, feeling their words tickle my thoughts until I surrender to their unspoken promises. Once engaged by the promising nature of a title, it is hope that opens a book jacket and begins another journey through pages. With the turning of each page, desire seeks the experience of validation within the configuration of a writer’s text. All of this, I believe, is driven by memory traces of how the words of unknown authors enfolded my emotional self …” (cited: B Catherine Koeford, A Meditative Journey with Saldage)

“… you and I in the living room. You gave me three hard bound books…illustrated books. One about the lives of bees, the other about the Civil War, and lastly…the female reproductive system, “You are a woman now. You must wash your face twice a day …”
I was a woman. Three books. Books freed us to worlds beyond a rural newspaper route. Books were trips to the library, classical comic books left on my bed, novel reenactments, and later carefully National Geographic cutouts attached to your letters.
I loved novels. You, nature and science …” (cited: My Mother Came to Visit, memories of my mother during Covid …”it was a remembered touch that announced her arrival”)

Unseeded and Two Springs – two photo books of personal journeys of healing.
Two Springs: you left,
I remained… two springs
A photo journey…in remembrance of my mother, Elberta.
Unseeded: “The first time I heard the word “unseeded” I felt it resonate with another term saudade, a unique Portuguese word with no immediate English equivalent.
Saudade describes a vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist …”
Ritva has invited lens-artists “to embrace your inner book lover and share your most creative photographic interpretation of anything related to books.”
as you wander through my dreams,
do our yesterdays greet you?
this aged soul wonders …

Iphone 16: f1.6 1/120s 104mm ISO40
Sometimes the voice of a bird calls among the ancient trees—a male calling to its wife, up and down through the woods.

Sometimes a nightingale sings to the moon, weary of empty hills. ~ Poet Li Po*

Anne (Slow Shutter Speed) invites lens-artists to “take your camera and zoom lens out for some zooming.”
*cited: Arthur Waley, The Poet Li Po A.D. 701-762, Project Gutenberg eBook
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