There are pauses between the showers of the outer world,
But there is no time when my sleeves, wet with tears, are dry.
Lost in Translation’s theme for the Black and White Sunday is… natural
Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan
Trans: A Omori & K Doi
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.
the lowest of the low,
I view cherries at night
The Classic Tradition of Haiku
Ed F Bowers
The light of the candle
is transferred to another candle–
Haiku Master Buson
a pheasant’s cry–
resounding in the mountain
the voice of silence
Far Beyond the Field