half of the body
in a dream; the other half
in summer

hula hoops
half of the body
in a dream; the other half
in summer

hula hoops
Short of breath
a sardine vender
makes his way to the top.
~Ryokan*
Day 3: Bliss
During the summer months residents and visitors come together on the campus of Colorado State University to hear music fill the air (and bounce off buildings) during the Lagoon Summer Concerts. As one looks over the lagoon, children gather into small groups as they search for tadpoles within the water. In the distance, they can be seen running and rolling down a hill with the Recreation Center highlighted by the evening sun. Bliss…awakens with the sounds and sights of children being free to be children.

Children at play during the Lagoon Summer Concert
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K Tanahashi
I have not yet grown tired
of this world – where do
weary winds blow?
~Gofu

up ahead, someone
will be at home
spring morning

You are Awesome
Just the way you are!
a moment in which acceptance of self validates self and others…priceless!!!!
Walking together…a day of: Victory
On a quiet evening in my thatch-roofed hut,
alone I play a lute with no strings.
It’s melody enters wind and cloud,
mingles deeply with a flowing stream,
fills out the dark valley,
blows through the vast forest, then disappears.
Other than those who hear emptiness,
who will capture this rare sound?
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K Tanahashi
Pianos About Town is a community collaborative effort that brings art and spontaneous music to a community. Donated pianos are transformed into whimsical painted pieces of art which are then placed in various outdoor locations about town…this form of interactive public art invites the creation of music as well as opportunities for photographers.
You are invited to visit Leanne’s Monochrome Madness gallery.
The Seers Band is composed of a blind and sighted duo who filled the summer air in Old Town with their blend of rock, soul, and blue music during Fort Collins’ Noontime Notes Concert Series.
playing their games
on the sly…
pale blue butterflies
~Issa*
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