the dead grass–

life lies dormant

on the face of the earth ~Inahata Teiko (MU, Far Beyond the Field)

Sony RX3 … f/3.5 1/160s 25.7mm 80 ISO

Blow if you will,

fall winds–the flowers

have all faded.

~Gansan (Y Hoffamnn, Japanese Death Poems)

It is indeed difficult to “get one’s head around” a perspective that one’s individual freedoms are of greater importance than the collective whole and to be blind to the interconnectedness and interdependence within the earth’s ever-changing patterns and our seemingly insignificant life choices.

Earth Day 2022 “This is the moment to change it all — the business climate, the political climate, and how we take action on climate. Now is the time for the unstoppable courage to preserve and protect our health, our families, and our livelihoods.

For Earth Day 2022, we need to act (boldly), innovate (broadly), and implement (equitably). It’s going to take all of us. All in. Businesses, governments, and citizens — everyone accounted for, and everyone accountable. A partnership for the planet.”

Submitted in response to Amy’s invitation to share earth stories through photographic lenses.

Nikon D750: f/4.2 … 56mm … 1/2500s … 100 ISO

Rapidly tonight my boat floats down the river under a cloud-dappled sky. I look into the water; it is as clear as the night. When clouds float past the moon, I seem them floating in the river, and feel I am rowing in the sky.

I think of my love … mirrored so in my heart. ~Tu Fu*

sun-tipped blossom submitted in response to Cee’s flower of the day photo challenge

*cited: The Jude Flute Gutenberg.org

waiting for autumn…

Compared to last year,

this has even more loneliness —

autumn evening ~Buson (Haiku Master Buson, Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert)

Leica D-Lux 7 … f/2.8 . 1/125s . 34mm . 200 ISO …. Edited: Capture One

Leaves submitted in response to Cee’s flower of the day photo challenge

In the attitude, and with the manner, of the woman of old,

Full of grief, she stands in the glorious morning light.

The dew is like the tears of to-day;

The mosses like the garments of years ago.

Her resentment is that of the Woman of the Hsiang River;

Her silence that of the concubine of the King of Ch’u.

Still and solitary in the sweet-scented mist,

As if waiting for her husband’s return. ~ Li Tai-po*

Leica D-Lux 7 … f//2.8 . 1/200s . 34mm . 100 ISO
Leica D-Lux 7 … f/2.8 . 1/125s . 34mm . 100 ISO

Early morning mist submitted in response to Cee’s CBWC challenge: weather

*Cited (Fir-Flower Tablets Poems Translated from the Chinese, Various Author Project Gutenberg)