Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.

Louis Kahan
    

Hydrangea!

in grove, being little garden,

the detached room
    Not much to offer you,
Just a lotus flower floating
In a small jar of water.
Gustave Baumann Pine and Aspen link Once in a while I just let time wear on leaning against a solitary pine standing speechless, as does the whole universe! Ah, who can share this solitude with me? Daigu Ryokan link
    

Saturated clouds,

Thunder and lightning, boom, flash

Rainbows follow rain.
GUSTAVE BAUMANN Color woodblock print, “Hillside Woods.” link When all thoughts Are exhausted I slip into the woods And gather A pile of shepherd’s purse. Daigu Ryokan (1758-1831)
    A lovely spring night
suddenly vanished while we
viewed cherry blossom
    Clouds -
a chance to dodge
moonviewing.
    nervously
through the raindrops…
spring butterfly
    one kettle
one willow tree…
this too is spring
    Bush clover in blossom waves
Without spilling
A drop of dew.
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