
Leica V-Lux 5: f/4 … 1/8000 s ..109.3 mm …125 ISO

Leica V-Lux 5: f/4 … 1/8000 s ..109.3 mm …125 ISO
braids, ponytails, bangs
such are the things of the past-
winter’s memories

People … communicating through their silence … speaking through through their nonverbal actions
Issa speaking through time through his poetry:
people are people
I am me…
in my cool house ~Issa*





Travels and Trifles’ lens-artists challenge: people here, there, and everywhere
*cited: http://www.haikuguy.com
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 (1009-1059)*

*cited: Trans: A S Omori & K Dot, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan
Leica V-Lux 5: f/4 …. 1/125 s … 146 mm … 640 ISO
saturday morning with Kahlil Gibran
“Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.

… Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was often times filled with your tears.
… The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
…Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
… Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at stand still and balanced.” …*
*cited: Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, 1973. pp 29-30
Leica V-Lux 5, f/4 … 1/60 s … 32.65 mm … 125 ISO
‘”I anxiously waited for the dawn with uncertain hope.”‘
The temple bell roused me from dreams
And waiting for the starlit dawn
The night, alas! was long as are
One hundred autumn nights.‘ ~ The Sarashina Diary

*cited: Trans: A. S. Omori & K Dot, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan

Nikon D750… f/1.8 1/800s 35mm 200 ISO
“FRIDAY MORNING, 9 O’CLOCK. People complain about how dark it is in the mornings. But this is often the best time of my day, when the dawn peers grey and silent into my pale windows. Then my bright little table lamp becomes a blazing spotlight and floods over the big black shadow of my desk. … This morning I am wonderfully peaceful. Just like a storm that spent itself. I have noticed that this always happens following days of intense inner striving after clarity, birth pangs with sentences and thoughts that refuse to be born and make tremendous demands on you. Then suddenly it drops away, all of it, and a benevolent tiredness enters the brain, then everything feels calm again …”
cited: Trans: Arno Pomerans, An Interrupted Life The Diaries of Etty Hillesum, pg 69.

Fujifilm X-T4 … f/5 ... 1/3500s … 80mm … 640 ISO

morning coffee
wind chimes, whispering
second awakening

The ocean of suffering is immense, but if you turn around, you can see the land. The seed of suffering in you may be strong, but don’t wait until you have no more suffering before allowing yourself to be happy. When one tree in the garden is sick, you have to care for it. But don’t overlook all the healthy trees. Even while you have pain in your heart, you can enjoy the many wonders of life — the beautiful sunset, the smile of a child, the many flowers and trees. To suffer is not enough. Please don’t be imprisoned by your suffering. … When you have suffered, you know how to appreciate the elements of paradise that are present. If you dwell only in your suffering, you will miss paradise. Don’t ignore your suffering, but don’t forget to enjoy the wonders of life. For your sake and the benefit of many beings.
When I was young, I wrote this poem. I penetrated the heart of the Buddha with a heart that was deeply wounded.
My youth
an unripe plum.
Your teeth have left their marks on it.
The tooth marks still vibrate.
I remember always,
remember always
Since I learned how to love you,
the door of my soul has been left wide open
in the winds of the four directions.
Reality calls for change.
The fruit of awareness is already ripe,
and the door can never be closed again.
Fire consumes this century,
and mountains and forest bear its mark.
The wind howls across my ears,
while the whole sky shakes violently in the snowstorm.
Winter’s wounds lie still,
Missing the frozen blade,
Restless, tossing and turning
in agony all night.
I grew up in a time of war…Once the door of awareness has been opened, you cannot close it. The wounds of war in me are still not all healed. … Embrace your suffering, and let it reveal to you the way to peace.
~Thich Nhat Hanh (The Heart of the Buddha’s Teaching, pp. 3-5)
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