As banked clouds
are swept apart
by the wind at dawn
the cry of the first wild geese
winging over the mountain ~Saigyo*

Sony RX1003 … F/3.5 … 1/100s … 8.8 mm … 80 ISO
*cited: Trans: Burton Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home
As banked clouds
are swept apart
by the wind at dawn
the cry of the first wild geese
winging over the mountain ~Saigyo*

Sony RX1003 … F/3.5 … 1/100s … 8.8 mm … 80 ISO
*cited: Trans: Burton Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home


looking back … looking forward


looking down … looking up


sitting … walking


emerging … emergent
Images posted in response to Tina’s (Travels and Trifles) invitation to share opposites.
even on a day
when heaven and earth are still
ants hurry onwards ~ Mitsuhashi Takajo*

iPhone 7 … f/1.8 1/2083s 78mm 20 ISO: Edited Snapseed
Makoto Ueda, Far Beyond the Field

Nikon D750 … f/4.2 1/1600s 45mm
Hop on over to Amy’s (The World is a Book) to join this week’s photo challenge; every little thing.

Migration: submitted in response to Tina’s Lens-Artists photo challenge – The Rule of Thirds
Nikon D750 … f/4.5 1/2000s 85mm

Poudre Trail: Sony RX100 … f/3.5 8.5mm 1/400s 80 ISO
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
waiting for autumn…
Compared to last year,
this has even more loneliness —
autumn evening ~Buson (Haiku Master Buson, Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert)

Leaves submitted in response to Cee’s flower of the day photo challenge
I grasp
in the darkness of the heart
a firefly. ~Buson (Y Sawa & EM Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)

Cee’s black and white photo challenge: patterns
In the attitude, and with the manner, of the woman of old,
Full of grief, she stands in the glorious morning light.
The dew is like the tears of to-day;
The mosses like the garments of years ago.
Her resentment is that of the Woman of the Hsiang River;
Her silence that of the concubine of the King of Ch’u.
Still and solitary in the sweet-scented mist,
As if waiting for her husband’s return. ~ Li Tai-po*


Early morning mist submitted in response to Cee’s CBWC challenge: weather
*Cited (Fir-Flower Tablets Poems Translated from the Chinese, Various Author Project Gutenberg)
wild geese —
between their cries, a slice
of silence ~Katsura Nobuko*

*cited: Makoto Ueda, Far Beyond the Field

Thank you Cee for the invitation to open one’s eyes to nature’s beauty
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