December 1, 2025, Monday morning … last night’s snow powder left by the season’s first snowfall … mystery creating mist …
First snow! I see it young every winter,
Yet my face grows old
As Winter comes.
~The Diary of Izumi Shikibu (1002-1003 AD)*

December 1, 2025, Monday morning … last night’s snow powder left by the season’s first snowfall … mystery creating mist …
First snow! I see it young every winter,
Yet my face grows old
As Winter comes.
~The Diary of Izumi Shikibu (1002-1003 AD)*

Sunday, August 19, 2018 – camping in Poudre Canyon
yesterday’s dewdrops
upon threads of yesterdays
colors of autumn

Nikon D750: f/4.5 1/125s 70mm
dawn’s tranquility
receding shadows
waiting … waiting … wait …

Visit The Life of B to join November’s Shadows of Squares
at my feet
when did you get here?
snail ~Issa*
the street’s world of feet in action…




This week Ritva invites Lens-Artists to “… skip the classic street-portrait approach and reveal the often-hidden, magical world, of the details we never take the time to notice anymore.”
*haikuguy.com
it seems to wash
the summer mountains…
sunrise ~Issa*

Fujifilm X-T4: f/8 1/210s 80mm 400ISO
taking a tiny trip
to see and be seen…
new summer robes ~Issa*

*cited: haikuguy.com
as you wander through my dreams,
do our yesterdays greet you?
this aged soul wonders …

Iphone 16: f1.6 1/120s 104mm ISO40
trailed with clouds
the layered memories
of time forever gone
stands between us now
in this spring dawn
There is an earth-shattering moment that barges into a life, unexpectedly, shifting and tearing apart everything … everything in the heart held to be true. After the denial, disassociation, and numbing begin to ease, there is a knowing that the “before you” has been ripped away and now an “ongoing emerging you” has begun a never-ending search for THE door of clarity and resolution. Within that search life continues. Life with its births and deaths. Life creating pathways of sorrow and joy. Pathways of contemplation created through photography and haiku.

rain falls
memories of lost years
left by a cloud
My mother’s passing in the spring of 2016, expected yet unexpected, occurred during this journey with WordPress. The intention to validate my mother’s life opened a gate of posting 100 days of contemplative photography and haiku to remember, honor, and share the life of a woman, my mom.
meandering tales
beyond a haze of tear drops
my mother’s face – mine.
Memories of my mom often come to visit…they are remembered moments that announce her arrival, not as the frail woman with a fierce determination that time had transformed formed but the woman who carried with her the stature of Danish Vikings…warriors, explorers, conquerors, survivors.
morning haze
jewels of rain, falling
in a dream



In our next spring
let’s meet as butterflies
afield



Though we are parted,
If on Casper Mountain Peak
I should honor the sound
of the pine trees swaying there –
with the summer breeze.



After my mother’s memories fade and life’s present moments come into focus I often wonder … if we had met – not as mother-daughter – but as children in a playground would she have wanted to be my friend? I know she would have been my bestest of friends.
Thank you Anne (Slow Shutter Speed) for the invitation to share what has “enriched and/or changed” my life.
are the geese yearning
to depart…
or not? Issa*

*cited: haikuguy.com
Is my mind elsewhere
Or has it simply not sung?
Hototogisu*
~Ihara Saikaku (1642-1693)**

*Hototogisu, translated as cuckoo, wood thrush and sometimes nightingale.
The bird’s song is a strong but mournful cry.
It is said to die after singing 8,008 times.
It is also known as the “bird of time,”
“messenger of death” and “bird of disappointed love,”
and flies back and forth from this world to the next.
Confucian axiom: If one’s mind is elsewhere, one will look but not see, listen but not hear
**cited in:
The Classic Tradition of Haiku
Edited by: Faubion Bowers
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