It is by its breath
That autumn’s leaves of trees and grass
Are wasted and driven.
So they call this mountain wind
The wild one, the destroyer.
~Fun’ya no Yasuhide

Nikon D750 f/4.5 1/40s 24mm 100 ISO
It is by its breath
That autumn’s leaves of trees and grass
Are wasted and driven.
So they call this mountain wind
The wild one, the destroyer.
~Fun’ya no Yasuhide

Nikon D750 f/4.5 1/40s 24mm 100 ISO
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

Nikon D750 f/8 1.160s 85mm 100 ISO
A visual study of elements of composition through the use of amazing images by Steve McCurry. Hope you enjoy.

Nikon D750 f/4,8 1/640 63mm

Laramie Mountains Ricoh GX100 f/16 1/217 15.3
Though we are parted,
If on Mount Inaba’s peak
I should hear the sound
Of the pine trees growing there,
I’ll come back again to you.
~Ariwara no Yukihira

Nikon D750 f/4.5 1/40 56mm
The National Forest Foundation will plant a tree for every $1 you give to their tree-planting programs. Their website notes a goal of planting 50 million trees by 2023.
Suzanne Simard’s research has given us insight into how trees communicate their needs and send each other nutrients through an elaborate system which she has compared to neural networks in the human brain.
I hope you enjoy this TED Talk, How Trees Talk to Each Other
Chat about the snow
on Fuji’s peak–
and summer is no more
~Sanjonishi Sanetaka (S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)
“When I look at the trees in front of me, my mind does not go outside of me into the forest, nor does it open a door to let the trees in. My mind fixes on the trees, but they are not a distant object. My mind and trees are one. The trees are only one of the miraculous manifestations of the mind.”
~Thich Nhat Hanh (The Sun My Heart)
from the tip
of the forest ranger’s broom. . .
spring departs
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

Trees…Medicine Bow National Forest
Medicine Bow National Forest extends from north central Colorado to central Wyoming in the United States. The origin of it’s name, Medicine Bow, is legendary. The generally accepted version is that the Native American tribes which inhabited southeastern Wyoming found mountain mahogany in one of the mountain valleys from which bows of exceptional quality were made. It became the custom of friendly tribes to assemble there annually and construct their weapons. At these assemblies, there were ceremonial powwows for the cure of disease which, in the hybrid speech that developed between the Indians and the early settlers, was known as making medicine. Eventually, the settlers associated the terms “making-medicine” and “making bow”, and Medicine Bow resulted as the name for the locality.
Hop on over to Lost in Translation to participate.
It matters not
What you might say.
Echoes will come
From dead trees. ~Issa (The Year of My Life, Trans: N YuasaJ)

Soon…the warmth of spring rains will transform bare branches into dense shades of green.

Thus far autumn has offered us a beautiful transition with her just-right temperatures and multi-colored landscapes. In the past, it was not uncommon for her to allow winter a brief visit during the first half of November…but not this year. So this image submitted for The Girl Who Dreams Awake is of winter’s past.
The fall of leaves
has left some autumn
on the upper branches

chasing a memory
lost in the winter woods
I am lost

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