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

gotta wonder…

How did this picnic table end up in this empty field?

What possible reason would someone want to have a picnic in this particular place?

How does one enjoy having a picnic in an open field with no shade?

Why would someone put a picnic table on a curve so close to a dirt road?

I think that one’s lunch would become very unpleasant when they found themselves in a dust cloud stirred up by a passing truck.

Is there a final destination for this picnic table?