haiga
haiku printed on antique book paper from the 1800′s
Latest
vulnerable
hurry, slug
the birds are hungry
and you are out in the open
relief
We have finally had significant rain here and the heat has broken into the coolness of fall. I can sense the unwinding of nature here as the male goldfinches are beginning to lose their bright yellow feathers as they make a last stop at the feeders before moving on.
homecoming
digital haiga
Like this:
Daily Sumi-e Grass
Like this:
resigned
It has been a trying summer this year for the trees. We have had very little in the way of rain and the trees seems to be suffering. It will be too warm in the next few days to feel like autumn. No fresh crispness in the morning. The autumnal equinox occurring today seems to bring a strange air of early dying. A feeling of whatever happens now, it maybe too little, too late.
Like this:
precious
Photo haiga of small wentletrap shell I found on Assateague Island with my son. Every morning we would rise early to search for shells on the beach. He would pick up every shell he found, no matter how broken. Sitting beside him, I was digging my fingers into the wet sand and found this tiny perfect shell. It was the only one I brought home for myself from the beach, yet his piles of broken and wave-worn shells are just as precious to me.
