The Last Sniff

An older female dancer comments, "The last sniff," as we pass a greyish white poodle on his late night walk...attentively investigating the ivy enclosed by a tree guard. We part ways on the cobblestone just off of Bethune as I walk toward the flutter of golden gingko leaves in the wind.

Morning Tea on the Stoop

Happy Father's Day!

Bonsai from the Brooklyn Botanical Garden.

White Wisteria

and blue skies

were to be found on

Mother's Day.

Tabula Rasa

Another coda of note.

The Coda on Spring Renewal

Another flower for a beautiful bouquet of fraudulent promises collected over time.

ne tente, aut perfice

A Concealed Revelation

A cherry leaf coquettishly protects the modesty of a salted sakura blossom as it invites one to experience the undertones of sweetness that support the boldness of the umami which stands equal to the saltiness of the sakura blossom. 

Our own little...

Cai Guo-Qiang in Brooklyn.

The Unfurling of the Tea

The aromatic promise of beautifully rolled balls of perfectly fermented tea,

Relaxes into a full bloom,

                                                                               

   

of a Golden Buddha Hand.

The Blossoming...

of unconditional love.

Escaping to the Forest

Some souls have gotten free of their bodies.

Do you see them?  Open your eyes for those

who escape to meet with other escapees,

whose hearts associate in a way they have

of leaving their false selves

to live in a truer self.

I don't mind if my companions

wander away for a while.

They will come back like a smiling drunk.

Thirsty ones die of thirst.

A nightingale sometimes

flies from a garden

to sing in the forest.

~Rumi

Gong Xi Fa Cai!

Enjoying tea with Golden Rabbit...

Beautiful Xin Mao by Brenda Colling.

Now Close The Windows

Now close the windows and hush all the fields:

   if the trees must, let them silently toss;

No bird is singing now, and if there is,

   Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,

   It will be long ere the earliest bird:

So close the windows and not hear the wind,

   But see all wind-stirred.

                                                    ~Robert Frost

It's called Cash...

the ghetto and advocates for the third world know no boundaries.

The 5 and 10

Old acquaintances not forgotten...

The best of libations and a new year filled with many reasons to libate!

A Happy and Healthy 2011!

A lovely Poully-Fuisse enjoyed with

friends celebrating their 50th anniversary

of friendship.