Carpe Diem #1559 Vancouver … renown for the Cherry Blossoms
- Credit : Jimmy Lau
Vancouver rain
cherry blossoms drizzling
on orange tables
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Vancouver rain
Carpe Diem #1558 Alberta (Canada) … imagination without limits
sun rises slowly
colors peeking through the mist
hills tase and fall
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autumn golds
set fire to the mountains
vast stretch of highway
According to Brilliant Maps the Pan–American Highway is a network of roads stretching from Prudhoe Bay, Alaska, to Ushuaia, Argentina, a distance of around 48,000 kilometers (30,000 miles)
- Monument Valley
traveling the highways
another mile marker passes by
longing for home
miles between us
do not ease my hearty
our departure
Dinosaur Diamond Prehistoric highway
blazing through
diversity of the land
Pan Am Highway
Pan American Trek Yukon Highway
along the highway
separated from you
Darién Gap
Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #61
Plato’s “The Republic”:
[…] “I will tell you, Socrates, he said, what my own feeling is. Men of my age flock together; we are birds of a feather, as the old proverb says; and at our meetings the tale of my acquaintance commonly is–I cannot eat, I cannot drink; the pleasures of youth and love are fled away: there was a good time once, but now that is gone, and life is no longer life. Some complain of the slights which are put upon them by relations, and they will tell you sadly of how many evils their old age is the cause. But to me, Socrates, these complainers seem to blame that which is not really in fault. For if old age were the cause, I too being old, and every other old man, would have felt as they do. But this is not my own experience, nor that of others whom I have known. How well I remember the aged poet Sophocles, when in answer to the question, How does love suit with age, Sophocles,–are you still the man you were? Peace, he replied; most gladly have I escaped the thing of which you speak; I feel as if I had escaped from a mad and furious master. His words have often occurred to my mind since, and they seem as good to me now as at the time when he uttered them. For certainly old age has a great sense of calm and freedom; when the passions relax their hold, then, as Sophocles says, we are freed from the grasp not of one mad master only, but of many. The truth is, Socrates, that these regrets, and also the complaints about relations, are to be attributed to the same cause, which is not old age, but men’s characters and tempers; for he who is of a calm and happy nature will hardly feel the pressure of age, but to him who is of an opposite disposition youth and age are equally a burden.
I listened in admiration, and wanting to draw him out, that he might go on–Yes, Cephalus, I said: but I rather suspect that people in general are not convinced by you when you speak thus; they think that old age sits lightly upon you, not because of your happy disposition, but because you are rich, and wealth is well known to be a great comforter.”[…] (Plato’s The Republic)
evils of old age
creep in stripping away
the pleasures of youth
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youth and old age
character and temper
determine happiness
Carpe Diem #1556 fleeting autumn (yuku aki) ..
fleeting autumn
bare trees draped in fog
wind moans
fleeing autumn
wet mat of decaying leaves
covered in powdery snow
bare trees draped in fog
conjuring forgotten spirits
in the moonlight
wind moans
its icy voice draining
last of autumn color
Carpe Diem #1554 Haunted Houses (modern kigo)
As a child I would lie awake at night watching the closet, afraid something would emerge from the giant inside. By day just hole in the wall filled with a previous owner’s discarded magazines became a portal to some netherworld .Too paralyzed to get up and close the forgotten door for protection, I’d implore my sister to no avail. Long hours were spent next to my snoozing sibling listening to the night sounds, terrified with each hoot of an owl, creak of the floor, tap of a branch. Yes, as the first hints of light formed outside, the tree transformer to an evil witch pointing her long snarled finger at me, scraping the glass. Finally as the last shadows of night were discarded, and villains became ordinary objects, I would dose.
moaning autumn wind
branches claw at the window
my haunted bedroom
Carpe Diem #1552 autumn colors along the highway (CD Imagination)
Inspirational Photo
traveling again
flames of autumn kissing
the highway
one more overlook
autumn scenery
beginning to blur
Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #60 The Quest For A Masterpiece goes on … journey
Red River Gorge
Deep in the woods surrounded by sandstone walls. The damp smell of decaying autumn leaves mingles with pine. The only sound the cascading leaves as the bounce off other branches and the occasional rustling of your shoes. We hike past the cathedral windows carefully picking our way along a narrow ledge. I peer over the edge and take a step back. The path disappearing in the undergrowth. We hike further then we feel anyone has gone. Reaching for a rough ledge I pull myself up, only to make a realization that many have been here before and left their mark.
deep in the woods
totems decorate an outcrop
honoring the gods
Carpe Diem #1548 orchids (ran) (classical kigo)
