There’s Just Something About a Pond
Pond Impressions What is it about a pond? It calls to me. Dare I say captures me. I can not just walk past. A pond is fascinating. It requires…
Pond Impressions What is it about a pond? It calls to me. Dare I say captures me. I can not just walk past. A pond is fascinating. It requires…
My old traditional cast iron Japanese teapot is making another appearance. This time in a dark and moody setting, emphasizing just the shape and texture of the vessel. The Tetsubin,…
Recently, on my morning walk, I passed a rather unattractive urban pond whose sides were oozing with gelatinous algae. Not very inviting. But something in the far corner caught…
It seemed to not be in a hurry. That small woodland stream I paused by recently. It was steadily flowing down its narrow, twisty path. Not loudly rushing but pleasantly…
Drinking the morning green tea, The monk is calm. The flowers of chrysanthemum. Matsuo Basho Japanese Tea Pot with Calligraphy Brushes is a fairly…
"This autumn- why am I growing old? birds disappearing among clouds." ― Basho Matsuo
Crimson pepper pod add two pairs of wings, and look darting dragonfly. _Basho Where have all the…
Fresh spring! The world is only Nine days old - These fields and mountains! ___Matsuo Basho
wine glasses reflect waiting for a vintage pour dreaming of great legs Other reflections on reflections can be found here.