What is in front of my eyes
changes into a scene of the past —
a winter shower!
~Buson (Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)

What is in front of my eyes
changes into a scene of the past —
a winter shower!
~Buson (Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)

John’s lens-artists’ challenge invited me to open up my photographer’s eyes to the compositional elements of shape, form, texture, and light. I thought to expand this challenge to include Ted Forbes’ invitation to “think in pairs” … the page spread. Ted Forbes notes that thinking in pairs is the “building block” of a printed body of work as well as an invitation to image how photographs might speak visually to one another,
So jumping into this challenge…which has indeed been a challenge.
The first pair of images includes the use of light to form horizontal lines. Also my eye sees a triangle form and shape within in both images.


The second pair of images include circular shapes, as well as, a bit of texture and the use of monochrome.


The third pair of images (which is my favorite) includes the use of triangles and texture (sidewalk and jeans).


The fourth pair is composed of still life photographs that includes the use of shapes, texture, light and shadow, and form. The element within both images that brought them together for me is the stems.


Journeys with Johnbo’s lens-artists challenge invites photographers to see the compositions of shape, form, texture, and light
life is a never-ending river…sudden moments of a stilled pond, languishing through time; riding whitewater rapids; falling waterfalls, bubbling creeks; uniting raindrops on a windowpane. Passing through life, seeking to rejoin with a vast unknown, and then again, evaporating into clouds that release into another stream of searching…searching…searching.



Are you in the waves of vast oceans?
Are you in the scent of flowers?
Are you in the spring’s early morning?
Are you in the touch of the afternoon’s sun rays?
Are you in the ever-changing clouds that tells stories of old?



Are you in the sound of melting snow?
Are you in the rustling movement of tumble weeds?
Are you in the colors of a brand new box of 72 Crayons? Or an old one?
Are you in the season of Autumn? Spring? Summer? Winter?
Are you in the wings of butterflies?



Are you in the vibrations of honey bees?
Are you in these questions?
Are you in the morning chanting sangha?
Are you in the scent of sun-warmed pine needles?
Are you in the uniting of water drops?
Are you in my searching, searching, searching?

Memories are priceless…some are like hot chocolate and cozy socks on a chilly night. Others, not so much … prickly needles.
This week as I watched videos of the winter storm in the Sierra Nevada memories of a particular winter in Iowa when the wind chill was reported to be 60 below zero visited for a moment or two. They were then replaced with memories of family photos of the winter in Portola, California when the snow fall was recorded at 9 feet.

Even though January is my birth month, I often experience the winter blues in January as it is usually the longest, coldest, darkest month of the year. Not so this year in Northeastern Colorado. “Snow,” I ask, “where are those new snow-making memories?”
Not for stilts
but as a cane
bamboo serves me now,
I who call to mind
the games of childhood.
~Saigyo (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
sunset silhouette
leafless branches — in the sky
an ink-line drawing

In the aging house,
crookedness of the door being straightened,
a spring-like winter day.
~Buson (Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)

Today, I like the word Wintering (the act of staying at a place throughout the winter) as it has an underlying message of being at…rest, peace. A seasonal nap time.

February has within it whispers of spring, It also–like November–is a time of heavy snow storms and cabin fever.

…in order to know we must trust our ancestors – trust them deeply. Spinoza points out the fact that our knowledge of parentage and the date of our birth is, in fact, what he calls ‘knowledge by hearsay’.*

*cited:
The Bodhisattva’s Brain
Owen Flanagan
Hum … window shopping. It has been a long time. I do miss those days walking about Old Town, watching people stroll about, listening to a shopper play a public piano (Piano About Town art project), governing the impulse to buy, sitting out doors with a cappuccino, and most of all, walking about with camera in hand.





Why not join The World as I see it’s lens-artists challenge: window shopping
sunday morning with Thich Nhat Hanh
‘… the flower is made of non-flower elements. We can describe the flower as being full of everything. There is nothing that is not present in the flower. We see sunshine, we see the rain, we see clouds, we see the earth, and we also see time and space in the flower.

A flower, like everything else, is made entirely of non-flower elements. The whole cosmos has come together in order to help the flower manifest herself, The flower is full of everything except one thing: a separate self, a separate identity.
The flower cannot be by herself alone. The flower has to inter-be with the sunshine, the cloud and everything in the cosmos. If we understand being in terms of inter-being, then we are much closer to the truth. Inter-being is not being and it is not non-being. Inter-being means being empty of a separate identity, empty of a separate self.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh, No Death, No Fear: Comforting Wisdom for Life
Zepher Richard Lee
The depth of the hearts
Of humankind cannot be known.
But in my birthplace
The plum blossoms smell the same
As in the years gone by.
~Ki no Tsurayuki*

*cited:
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