reflections of autumn

Sitting quietly, doing nothing,

Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself. Zenrin Kushû (The Way of Zen)

shields pond… Nikon D750 f/7.1 1/400s 85mm 140 ISO

lens-artists challenge: seasonal

In the aging house,

crookedness of the door being straightened,

a spring-like winter day.

~Buson (Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)

Walking on, walking on,

things wondered about — springtime,

where has it gone on too?

~Buson (Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)

On the shortest path,

stepping through water to cross

in the summer rains.

~Buson (Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)

No trail to follow

where the teacher has wandered off —

the end of autumn

~Buson (Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)

and then… Vivaldi’s Four Seasons

An artistic journey through the seasons….a lens-artist’s challenge offered by Tina. 

princess nukada

Nikon D750   f/5.6  1//400s   300mm   640 ISO

When spring escapes

freed from being huddled in winter’s sleep,

the birds that had been stilled

burst into song.

The buds that had been hidden

burst into flower.

The mountains are so thickly forested

that we cannot reach the flowers

and the flowers are so tangled with vines

that we cannot pick them.

When the maple leaves turn scarlet

on the autumn hills,

it is easy to gather them

and enjoy them.

We sigh over the green leaves

but leave them as they are.

That is my only regret–

so I prefer the autumn hills.

~Princess Nukada – 7th Century (K Rexroth I Atsumi, The Burning Heart*)

*note:  Princess Nukada lived in the later half of the 7th Century. She was the daughter of Prince Kagami, wife and the favorite of Emperor Temmu.




the passage has occurred:

as I brood,

autumn dusk dew drops 

fall on my pillow ~Princess Shikishi

contemplative photography 7
Nikon D750   f/4.5   1/400s    56mm   200 ISO

“…I asked the leaf whether it was afraid to fall, since it was autumn and the other leaves were falling. The leaf told me, ‘No. During the spring and summer I was very alive. I worked hard and helped nourish the tree, and much of me is in the tree. Please do not think that I am just this form, because this leaf form is only a tiny part of me. I am the whole tree, I know that I am already inside the tree, and when I go back to the soil, I will continue to nourish the tree. … As I drop from the branch and float down to the ground, I will wave to the tree and tell her, ‘I will see you again very soon.'” ~Thich Nhat Hanh, The Other Shore