Nikon D750   f/5.6  1//400s   300mm   640 ISO

When spring escapes

freed from being huddled in winter’s sleep,

the birds that had been stilled

burst into song.

The buds that had been hidden

burst into flower.

The mountains are so thickly forested

that we cannot reach the flowers

and the flowers are so tangled with vines

that we cannot pick them.

When the maple leaves turn scarlet

on the autumn hills,

it is easy to gather them

and enjoy them.

We sigh over the green leaves

but leave them as they are.

That is my only regret–

so I prefer the autumn hills.

~Princess Nukada – 7th Century (K Rexroth I Atsumi, The Burning Heart*)

*note:  Princess Nukada lived in the later half of the 7th Century. She was the daughter of Prince Kagami, wife and the favorite of Emperor Temmu.


The leaves of the bush clover rustle in the wind.

I, not a leaf,

watched you without a sound.

You may have thought I paid no attention.

~Kenrei Mon-in*



Women Poets of Japan

K Rexroth & I Atsumi

The autumn wind is light,

The autumn moon is bright;

Fallen leaves gather but then disperse,

A cold crow roosts but again he stirs;

I think of you, and wonder when I’ll see you again?

At such an hour, on such a night, cruel is love’s pain?

~Li P0*



Li Po and Tu Fu

A Cooper

At this time last year my photography was put aside due to eye surgery.  This was followed by the discontent that overwhelmed me during January’s freezing snow storms, unrelenting winds, and gray-toned skies.  In April it was grief that eventually moved me to pick up my camera as a way to visually honor my mother’s life.  Reviewing the images created in 2016 brings forth gratitude as photography motivates me to move outside of myself and to see the world anew.   Thank each and everyone of you for being a part of my blog journey. May 2017 be defined by your continued awe-inspiring creative works.