
mountaintop field
feeding clouds
Kind of the same idea as this haiku, but not as cerebral and with a possible emotional connection to the opening word. The photo was taken at the next old farm to the southwest, two+ miles down the ridge.
mountaintop field
feeding clouds
Kind of the same idea as this haiku, but not as cerebral and with a possible emotional connection to the opening word. The photo was taken at the next old farm to the southwest, two+ miles down the ridge.
to a single wing
old spiderweb
And now for something completely different. Someone shared this image on Twitter last night, and for some reason I was transfixed and saved it to my hard drive. It turns out to be the central panel from a 15th-century triptych by Hans Memling, Christ with Singing and Music-Making Angels. (Click through and check out all the cool Renaissance instruments!)
Sure, this is a photoblog, but my recent dabbling in haiga makes me want to branch out a little. This morning I opened the image on my laptop in GIMP (which has lots of fonts but a pretty awkward text-editing tool), tilted my head back, and gazed up at the corner of the ceiling. Good thing I’m not big on housecleaning.
lying at right angles
my camera is a phone
and am told to bury them in the yard so they’ll ripen.
on the Underground map uneasily, wondering how such ideal points and lines can add up to anything resembling the surface.
Migratory as an eel, unstable as molten metal wavering between stone and water, I dreamed myself adrift in a forest of the dead, one more leaf returned to the forge of life, green blade that does not crumble, however fallen, in any autumn that we know.
patina sending tendrils
toward the earth