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Regret that dropping sun’s dusk;
Love this cold stream’s clearness.
Western beams follow flowing water;
Stir a ripple in wandering person’s mind.
Idly sing, gazing at cloudy moon;
Song done—sound of tall pines 
~ Li Po  (Translated: Arthur Waley, The Poet Li Po The Project Gutenberg
Nikon D750 f/3.2 1/1600s 40mm

Pale green night and flowers all melting into one 
    in the soft haze–
Everywhere the moon, glimmering in the Spring night ~The Sarashina Diary (cited: Court Ladies of Old Japan)

Nikon 750 f/3.2 1/1600s 40mm

Wait on, never forsake your hope, 
For when the plum-tree is in flower 
Even the unpromised, the unexpected, will come to you. ~The Sarashina Diary (cited: Court Ladies of Old Japan)

Nikon D750 f/3.5 1/800 40mm

morning-glories
softly floating…
in the teacup ~Issa (cited: haikuguy.com)

Nikon D750 f/3.5 1/1000s 40mm

Hop on over to Leya‘s to share your interpretation of Soft

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Looking backward ... I cannot see the ancients of days.
Looking forward ... I cannot see ages yet to come.
Only heaven and earth have remained,
And will remain forever ...
I am alone, I grieve, I drop tears into the dust ~Chen Tzu-ang

(cited: Trans: Anonymous, The Jade Flute Chinese Poems in Prose. The Project Gutenberg

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 As the winter winds travel across Wyoming’s landscape





the swirling snow releases its memories of you, lost … 





somewhere… on Casper Mountain.





Its frigid touch awakens me to your





aloneness –  in that wilderness of blinding snow





cries – deafened by the river of winds,





calling – out in hope for





a human form – to emerge out of the whiteness





the warmth – of a human hand





the sound – of a voice, comforting you





accompanying – you home.





As I become hostage to this winter’s swirling thoughts





the river winds tear into my soul





releasing tears arising from





the darkness of grief’s aloneness, seeking





a knowing to emerge out of ignorance’s darkness





you found – peace





within – a loving presence





embracing – you





accompanying – you home.





Lawrence John Anderson, January 11, 1957 – January 20, 1980

					


	

					




		
			


	

		

		

				
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“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, 










“it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,










“it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,










“it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the winter of despair,










“we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,










“we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way










“– in short, the period was so far like the present period, 










“that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, 










“for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.” ~Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.





Quote from Charles Dickens’, A Tale of Two Cities, and images submitted in response to Travels and Trifles first photo challenge for 2021. 























































































































































					


	

					




		
			


		
			


	

		

		

				
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Glazed silk, newly cut, smooth, glittering, white,
As white, as clear, even as frost and snow.
Perfectly fashioned into a fan,
Round, round, like the brilliant moon,
Treasured in my Lord's sleeve, taken out, put in—
Wave it, shake it, and a little wind flies from it.
How often I fear the Autumn Season's coming
And the fierce, cold wind which scatters the blazing heat.
Discarded, passed by, laid in a box alone;
Such a little time, and the thing of love cast off.
~Pan Chieh-Yü*





fan…Nikon D750   f5.6   1.60s   300mm   100 ISO





*cited:  Trans:  Florence Ayscough & Any Lowell The Project Gutenberg EBook of Fir-Flower Tablets 

					


	

					




		
			


		
			


		
			


	

		

		

				
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Opening a door of gratitude…










Reading an author’s words that have traveled through time and space. 





Regret that dropping sun’s dusk;
Love this cold stream’s clearness.
Western beams follow flowing water;
Stir a ripple in wandering person’s mind.
Idly sing, gazing at cloudy moon;
Song done—sound of tall pines. ~Li Po*





Camping with family in the Snowies










Watching clouds drift over Cameron Peak










Watching children explore life through play










Waking to the silence of an early Spring’s snowfall










Being grateful for photographers inviting me to see the beauty of the blue and yellowish-brown colors of early spring










Driving through Wyoming on clear roadways










Seeing the smile of togetherness










Opening myself to the wisdom of words spoke by those younger than I










Sharing precious love-filled moments



















This week Amy (The World is a Book) invited us to share precious moments we have had, before or during the pandemic.





*cited:  Trans –  Arthur Waley, The Poet Li Po Project Gutenberg ebook