lens-artists: over the hill

Not for stilts

but as a cane

bamboo serves me now,

I who call to mind

the games of childhood ~Saigyo (BW, Poems of a Mountain Home)

Seventy-one!

How did

a dewdrop last? ~Kigen (YH, Japanese Death Poems)

How few our years of golden youth! How certain our gray years of age! ~Emperor Wu-ti

(The Jade Flute, Various; The Project Gutenberg Ebook)

Wind Kisses invites photographers to share images reflective of their relationship with over the hill.

weekly prompts: glimmer

Pale green night and flowers all melting into one 
    in the soft haze–
Everywhere the moon, glimmering in the Spring night.

~The Sarashina Diary (1009-1059): Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan

The morning’s sun glimmered on the surface of Spring Creek. Please enjoy.

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lens-artists: motion

Though the waterfall
Ceased its flowing long ago,
And its sound is stilled,
Yet, in name it ever flows,
And in fame may yet be heard.
~ Fujiwara no Kinto

Patti invited bloggers to explore the movement of objects or people. Since it is a bit too hot this weekend to go on a photo walkabout, I wandered through some old files. I hope you enjoy.