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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Morning Chorus…

Winter seclusion –

sitting propped against

the same worn post 

Basho (1644 – 1694)

The Sound Of Water Translated by Sam Hamill

Dawn cracks open the star speckled sky, painting grey clouds in rosy hue. First birds attend the feeders, squabbling quietly among themselves. Shaggy black rooks sit observing the scene from the old mossy gate before ascending the telegraph pole to view the breaking day…

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Winters arrival…

A bitter wind sweeps in across the land, fleeing the snow clad mountains, gleaming brightly across the narrow strait. Now dark in shadow, playing peepbo with the clouds…

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA The Promise of Snow?

Snow topped hills all around but here the land lies frosted brown, no snow, just the biting wind turning fingers, instantly, blue. Log fires are the order of the day, as the islands disappear beneath the snow clouds reappearing cloaked more heavily in winters clothes…

At last the…

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