splashing cool
over a boulder-
pebbles of water
~Sogi*
*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans. S Carter
street photography
a summer moment
time of summer clothes,
and someone up the pathway through the field,
showing faintly white
~Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
oak street plaza
Oak Street Plaza Park is a hardscape, cobblestone area with cafe tables and chairs where people are invited to enjoy a break from shopping and chat with their friends.
In the summer, children (as well as a dog or two) are fascinated with the water as it jumps from the sculpted “rocks’ or sprits in the air from the cobblestone.
oak street plaza
wordless wednesday
thursday’s special: street photography/portraits
Relationships nourish the soul… often while I am out and about my imagination drifts away from the present as I begin to silently story the lives of others. These two street images offer multiple stories about the dynamics of human interaction…with self, with others, with technology.
A dad with his son…playing ball? Yet, while he is silently watching his son pick up the ball, there something about his stance that has me wonder if his mind is elsewhere.
A solitary figure…waiting to meet someone while texting another or texting the one he is waiting for?
Ponderings and images in response to Lost in Translation’s Thursday special.
peace & gratitude
gratitude expressed, “made this cross for me.”
won’t you sing?
Won’t you sing?
I will get up and dance.
How can I sleep
with the timeless
moon this evening?
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K. Tanahashi
weekly photo challenge: reward
Take care now;
I am going for
takuhatsu.
You stay in this
borrowed hut.
~Ryokan*
Join Krista’s Reward photo challenge!
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K. Tanahashi
men gather in harmony…
There is a peaceful little community
in a place of burned up hopes,
beside the track of dreams
that drifted away,
on the edge of a village
where crowds pass by.
There, men gather in harmony
to graze like sheep and fawns.
On all the beautiful flowers
a sun comes and goes
through the clouds in freedom.
~Mitsui Futabako*
*cited:
The Burning Heart
K Rexroth & I Atsumi
watched you without a sound
The leaves of the bush clover rustle in the wind
I, not a leaf,
watched you without a sound.
You may have thought I paid no attention.
~Kenrei Mon-in Ukyo No Daibu*
*cited:
Women Poets of Japan
K Rexroth & I Atsumi
on the road…
on the road through the clouds
is there a short cut
to the summer moon?
~Den Sute-Jo*
*cited:
Women Poets of Japan
K. Rexroth & I. Atsumi
the enemy in the world today…
It’s Not The Same
The demonstrators who…filled the streets…
the suicide core of the…who attacked…
And the students who charged against the riot staves of police…
They weren’t the same people.
…
what happened to all those people after that?
Nothing is ever quite the same
each time is different from every other
the heart of each person is disconnected.
But if there is one thing
that is the same,
it is that neither the newspapers nor television
ever reported on those young men after that.
And
the enemy in the world today
is not the United States,
is not the Soviet Union
but, bridged between you and me
unidentifiable
words of silence.
~Fukunaka Tomoko*
*cited:
The Burning Heart
K Rexroth & I Atsumi
a meditative journey 
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