Maciej Karcz's photostream

Mountains and rivers: flowers of the Tao
But, I, sadly, am a writer
No divine voice, talentless
Yet, lend me a brush; I'm off and running

Better an addiction to sunset clouds
To dispense with this sickness of words
Let wooded springs purify this old heart
Azure clouds burnish the sun red
-- Shih-shu, 18th century CE

I am the orphan cloud:
no trace left behind.

Come South three times now
to listen to the frosty bell.

When men see geese flying
they think of letters home.

Even the mountains grieve at the Fall:
they're wearing a sickly face.

But fine phrases are there too
to be plucked from the sad heart of Autumn,
and many an ancient poet ran into one on the road.

I'm ashamed I've yet to realize
my monk's oath:

the fault's in this load of blue green hills I carry
many tens of thousands strong.
-- Ching An, 19th century.

Nikon D700
Nikkor 17-35
Lee GND

Nikon D700
Nikkor 17-35mm

The fine art of tea,
Taught by Uncle Gee,
For two hours, at the
End I had to pee!

Nikon D700
Nikkor 85 F/1.4

They come about on their own -
the principles of all things.

Water need not think
to offer itself as lodging
for clear moonlight.

Over rocks, a path toward
a temple on a lone hill.

Leaning on his staff,
a pilgrim at his devotions
is now old in years.

On which mountain
of these covered with blossoms
shall I seek lodging?

For a bird kept in a cage -
ah, the heartbreak of spring!

The pond - a sea;
the branches - thick groves far back
in summer hills.

Ah, for coolness
it rivals the water's depths -
this autumn sky.

- Sogi, 15th century CE

Nikon D200
Sigma 10-20mm lens
Grad ND filter
5 exposures