why cling to…

We live

in a tide-swept inlet,

floating, flung.

In such a world, why cling to

collections of poems?

~Izumi Shikibu (J Hirshfield & M Aratani, The Ink Dark Moon)

Nikon D750   f/6.3   1/8s   35mm   100 ISO



vanishing moments

Henri Cartier-Bresson said that photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing, and which no contrivance on earth can bring back again. Not even photography can bring these things back, except in the memory of those who knew them, or in the imagination those who did not.

(cited: J. Szarkowski, Looking at Photographs, pg. 124)

Lumix GX85   f/7/1   1/640s   32 mm   200 ISO

Ólafur Arnalds is a BAFTA-winning multi-instrumentalist and producer from Mosfellsbær, Iceland. Ólafur Arnalds mixes strings and piano with loops and beats crossing over from ambient/electronic to pop.

autumn with basho

Will you turn toward me?

I am lonely too,

this autumn evening.

~Basho (F. Bowers, The Classic Traditions of Haiku)


I felt compelled to update this earlier post to invite you to visit LdG luciledegodoy  who earlier noted my image inspired her to post a photograph she created a few days ago. I invite you to hop on over to visit her post and while there listen to Eva Cassidy’s wondrous voice and the story of her life.

an object of perception


The spring sunlight, flowers blooming, and green trees create a landscape that looks like embroidery. This is an object of perception and it’s a beautiful thing to focus on. …if we don’t consider the role of our mind, and just focus on what we see as the independent reality around us, there will be contradictions.

The Vietnamese poet Nguyen Du said, ‘When a person is sad, the scenery is never happy.’ How we are feeling determines how we see the world. Why are some people able to experience happiness when they look at the moon and see its beauty, while others see the same moon as sad or depressing? This question can’t be answered unless both the subject [person] and object [moon] are taken into account.

~Thich Nhat Hanh, Zen Battles



We meet and we part,

Coming and going — hearts like passing clouds.

Except for the marks of a frosty-hair brush,

human traces are hard to find.

~Ryokan (K Tanahashi, Sky Above, Great Wind)