Image and six words submitted in response to Debbie’s Six Word Photo Challenge
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Six word Saturday: the bold sign declares, “more art.”
Tag: color photography
a green chair
The east wind waits before East Gate,
While we ride horses seeking the old glen.
Men, like wild geese, keep the promise of return,
While the past, like a spring dream, leaves no trace. …~Su Shi
solitary
“Reachable, near and not lost, those remained amid the losses this one thing: language.
“It, the language remained, not lost, yes in spite of everything. But it had to pass through its wounded wordlessness, pass through frightful muting, pass through the thousand darknesses of deathbringing speech. It passed through and giveback no words for that which happened.” ~Paul Celan* (cited: V. Schwarcz, Bridge Across Broken Time p. 85)
*Poet, translator, essayist, and lecturer, influenced by French Surrealism and Symbolism. Celan was born in Cernăuţi, at the time Romania, now Ukraine, he lived in France, and wrote in German. His parents were killed in the Holocaust; the author himself escaped death by working in a Nazi labor camp. “Death is a Master from Germany”, Celan’s most quoted words, translated into English in different ways, are from the poem ‘Todesfuge’ (Death Fugue). Celan’s body was found in the Seine river in late April 1970, he had committed suicide.
a stone cairn
winter
winter has begun–
trees alive and dead
indistinguishable ~ Mitsuhashi Takajo (M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)
trust…
walking on the ice across Horsetooth Reservoir
reflections of autumn
Sitting quietly, doing nothing,
Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself. Zenrin Kushû (The Way of Zen)
time
time, an illusion
of fragmented memories
pursuing refuge
Who would fare better in the world of fitful time? Those who have seen the future and live only one life? Or those who have not seen the future and wait to live life? Or those who deny the future and live two lives?
~Alan Lightman, Einstein’s Dreams, pg. 68
story telling: hometown
Week 10 Storytelling: Hometown (Tell us the story of your hometown. It could be a famous landmark, something the town is known for, or even just your favorite place to relax.)
Image and music submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.
if only…
Last year’s
fragile, vanished snow
is falling now again–
if only seeing you
could be like this. ~Izumi Shikibu (J Hirshfield & M Aratant, The Ink Dark Moon)
