reflections of old town
Tag: Old Town
100 days…87th day
A broken dream –
where do they go
the butterflies?
~Ichimu*
*cited:
Japanese Death Poems
Y Hoffmann
developing your eye I: water
Won’t you sing?
I will get up and dance.
How can I sleep
with the timeless
moon this evening.
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K Tanahashi
developing your eye I: street
Day 2: Establishing Shot
This image is from the section of Fort Collins, Colorado known as “Old Town.” It feels as though there is a unified effort by both the City of Fort Collins and the merchants within Old Town to provide visitors and residents a place to wander about in an environment that is inviting to people of diverse interests and age.
With this assignment in mind, I and my wide-angle lens searched for a street scene that would create an image that was composed of foreground, background, and a figure in mid- ground.
The Seers Band
The Seers Band is composed of a blind and sighted duo who filled the summer air in Old Town with their blend of rock, soul, and blue music during Fort Collins’ Noontime Notes Concert Series.
week photo challenge: door
Let me introduce you to my favorite part of Fort Collins, Colorado known by all as Old Town through a selection of doorways in and around the square.
these images were inspired by Woodpress’ photo challenge: Door
photo 101: moment & motion
this hot day swept away
into the sea by the
Mogami River
~Basho*
cited:
The Sound of Water
Sam Hamill
photo 101: pop & color
For this photo assignment I have included two versions of the motion blur image taken during this past weekend’s St. Patrick’s celebration in Old Town. I generally prefer street and motion blur in black and white…yet, the color image with the green and purple does give the image a bit of pop.
every face passes by…
cicadas at nightfall–
every face passes by
without speaking a word
~Ishibashi Hideno*
*cited:
Far Beyond the Field
Makoto Ueda
at last free…
At last free,
at last I am a woman free!
No more tied to the kitchen,
stained amid the stained pots,
no more bound to the husband
who thought me less
than the shade he wove with his hands.
No more anger, no more hunger,
I sit now in the shade of my own tree.
Meditating thus, I am happy, I am serene.
~Sumangalamata*
*”Sumangala’s Mother,” the wife of a maker of hats and shade-umbrellas, was a member of the earliest community of women followers of the Buddha.
cited:
Women in Praise of the Sacred
Ed: Jane Hirshfield
