~ My response to a CDHK challenge for a tan renga based on a Jane Reichhold haiku harks back to the often-quoted opening lines of a William Blake poem. ~
Tag: tan renga
Forward, toward Light
Should we honor ancient masters by following in their footsteps? No. We should honor them by pressing forward and building on their work.
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© Adjei Agyei-Baah
ancient road…
the trails of the masters
absorbed in fallen leaves
© Mellow Curmudgeon
Footprints fade but insights shine,
lighting the path forward now.
In some ways, a century ago is already ancient. Photography’s pioneers worked with nasty chemicals in darkened rooms to produce grayscale prints. Modern photographers can (and should!) honor them by pressing forward and building on their work in our digital world of colored pixels, using grayscale (or partial desaturation) only as appropriate for specific images.
Spunky Flowers
In response to a CDHK challenge, this post completes a tan renga in praise of dandelions. Yes, dandelions. They are spunky flowers, not weeds.
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As my earlier post in praise of dandelions noted, the same spunk that frustrates prissy gardeners also thrusts green and gold into the grayest and grimmest of our cityscapes. I like that tradeoff, so I am glad I can respond to
© Ogiwara Seisensui
dandelion dandelion
on the sandy beach
spring opens its eyes
© Mellow Curmudgeon
Glowing suns rise golden from
sand and lawns and sidewalk cracks.
dandelion dandelion
on the sandy beach
spring opens its eyes
© Mellow Curmudgeon
Glowing suns rise golden from
sand and lawns and sidewalk cracks.
The Paulownia’s Second Life
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We add 2 lines to a haiku by Nozawa Boncho in response to
from the paulownia
without a breath of wind–
falling leaves
without a breath of wind–
falling leaves
silent now, the tree will sing
(thanks to the koto maker)
Mellow Curmudgeon 