Let us seek the past,
be an age
that cherishes the old–
then our “today” one day
will be someone’s “long ago”
~Saigyo (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Horsetooth Reservoir... f/5.6 1/2,000 145m 100 ISO
Let us…
SaigyO
wyoming
The twilight bell
I waited for
is sounding–
if tomorrow is granted me,
I’ll listen for it again.
~Saigyõ (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Wyoming… Nikon D750 f/4.5 1/4,000 85m 100 ISO
Saigyō
Replacing the rays
of late sun,
that streamed in the window,
shedding a different light
an early evening moon
~Saigyō (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Richo GX100 f/4.1 1/200s 5.1mm ISO 80
hopes of visitors
In this mountain village
where I’ve given up
all hopes of visitors,
how drab life would be
without my loneliness.
~Saigyō (Trans. B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
will you remember…
Clear waters unchanged
in a meadow
I saw once long ago,
will you remember
this face of mine?
~Saigyo (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Nikon D750 f/4.5 1/3,200 85mm 800 ISO
will you remember…
Clear waters unchanged
in a meadow
I saw once long ago
will you remember
this face of mine?
~Saigyō (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Spring!!!!
I’ll forget the trail
I marked out on Mount Yoshino
last year,
go searching for blossoms
in directions I’ve never been before
~Saigyō (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
a bead of foam
On the waters
of the flowing river
a jewel, a bead of foam —
the pity
of this fugitive world
~Saigyō (Poems of a Mountain Home, B Watson)
Nikon D750 f/9 1/160 90 mm
the world seems….
Is it because my mind
keeps dwelling
on every worldly thing
that the world seems
more hateful to me than ever?
~SaigO (1118-1181 B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Nikon D750 f/4.5 1/40s 85mm 100 ISO
snow fence
Fields we saw
blooming with
so many different flowers,
frost-withered now
to a single hue.
~SaigyO (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Wyoming Sony NEX-5N f/13 1/800 91mm
forgotten
Who lives there,
learning such loneliness? —
mountain village
where rains drench down
from an evening sky
~Saigyo O (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
It is a joy to be hidden and a disaster not to be found
~Winnicott
Old and Poor: American’s Forgotten
wpc: weathered
Not for stilts
but as a cane
bamboo serves me now,
I who call to mind
the games of childhood.
~Saigyo (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
a meditative journey 
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