Week 42 Inspiration: Work Work Work (Work, let it inspire you this week.)
Farmers are on the frontlines of climate change

Image submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.
Week 42 Inspiration: Work Work Work (Work, let it inspire you this week.)
Farmers are on the frontlines of climate change

Image submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.

Visit Leya to join the weekly lens-artist photo challenge.
If there be no little pines in the field
How shall I find the symbol of 1000 ages?
~The Diary of Murasaki Shikibu (cited: Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

“These lands, siblings of the Rockies,
hold many lessons and ways of being.”
D Martinez & L Schnider (CSU) The Land Holds Memories, September 2019
“Where the prairie converges with the plains, the foothills watch. They have long been the relatives of these lands and witnesses to all adventures, explorations, and settlings. The plains and prairie have also long been partners in this space; they are the original innovators, the knowers and teachers. The foothills remain present as protectors of those west winds and incubators of the snow and rain that feed these spaces, peoples, and purposes.
Our sense of this place, our sense of this land, is beckoned through this convergence and their ancestral traditions. Waters flow in snake rivers, are cradled in valleys where corn and long grasses, such as Indian ricegrass and needlegrass, grew and grow, dozens of flowers, including prickly poppy, yucca, rabbitbrush, and prairie sunflowers, bloom and nestle; these are the homes for the bison, pronghorn, and deer, as well as swift fox, burrowing owls, and golden eagles.
These lands, siblings of the Rockies, hold many lessons and ways of being. The clay still holds knowledge and footprints of beings, events, and experiences. It, the clay, waits for new stories and new understandings. Communities were here over 12,000 years ago; those were the times of the mammoth. And, although they are often called the Paleo-Indians, they were here: relatives, ancestors of societies and knowers of land, sensors of place, and practitioners of purpose….”
amid dewdrops
of this dewdrop world
a shoe lost

it’s a dewdrop world
surely it is…
yes…but
~Issa (cited: haikuguy.com)

trailed of clouds
the layered memories
of time forever gone
stands between us now
within dewdrops of autumn

Abel Korzeniowski…”Going Somewhere”
Week 41 Composition: Color Theory (Color Theory is a huge part of composition that most photographers don’t explore. So it is time to explore it. Use Color Grading to create an image that looks like it is a still from a movie.)

Image submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.

In this hour of longing
Reflection brings to mind each day gone by
And in each one
Was less of sorrow
~Izumi Shikibu (Trans: AS Omori & K Doi, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
Sunday Sayings post inspired by poetrypix.com

compared to last year,
this has been even more loneliness —
autumn evening.
~Buson (Trans: Y Sawa & EM Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson
“for us to survive, both as individuals and as a species, we need a revolution in consciousness.”
Love Letter to the Earth, Thich Nhat Hanh, April 21, 2019 Plum Village

Another with same thoughts
May be gazing at the pale morning moon
Of the Long-night month–
No sight is more sorrowful
~Izumi Shikibu,
Trans: AS Omori & K Doi, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan
BELOVED MOTHER OF ALL THINGS
“I bow my head before you as I look deeply and recognise that you are present in me and that I’m a part of you. I was born from you and you are always present, offering me everything I need for my nourishment and growth. My mother, my father, and all my ancestors are also your children. We breathe your fresh air. We drink your clear water. We eat your nourishing food. Your herbs heal us when we’re sick. …
“Sometimes I forget. Lost in the confusions and worries of daily life, I forget that my body is your body, and sometimes even forget that I have a body at all. Unaware of the presence of my body and the beautiful planet around me and within me, I’m unable to cherish and celebrate the precious gift of life you have given me. Dear Mother, my deep wish is to wake up to the miracle of life. I promise to train myself to be present for myself, my life, and for you in every moment. I know that my true presence is the best gift I can offer to you, the one I love.”
~ Thich Nhat Hanh, Love Letter to the Earth Plum Village
My legacy –
What will it be?
Flowers in spring,

The cuckoo in summer,
And the crimson maples
Of autumn … ~Ryokan (1758 – 1831)
Trans: J Stevens, Dewdrops on a Lotus Leaf

Week 40 Story Telling: Modern Convenience (What modern convenience of 2019 can you not live without? Create an image that looks like an advertisement for your favorite Modern Convenience.)
After contemplating this challenge for a number of weeks, the only convenience of 2019 that I need is one that is designed to heal the harmful actions of ignorance.
“..the future is in the present”
Sr Annabel Laity

firefly
leaving town
breathing easier…
~Issa (cited: the haiku guy)
Anthropocene … humans reshaping mother earth
Image, Issa’s poem, and videos submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.

“...climate investing is still burdened by many preconceptions and myths.”
Six Climate Investing Myths Debunked, Morgan Stanley
Lens-Artists photo challenge: pick a place – how about the earth?
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