Saturday, July 11, 2020

the bud



The bud
stands for all things,
even for those things that don’t flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;

though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;



~ Galway Kinnell 


photo: bruce behnke 2020

Thursday, June 25, 2020

one day


This iris flower in my garden bathes in dew, soon to be dried by the first rays of the morning sun.  The blooms last but a single day.

if you had but a single day, how would you use it?


photo: (c) bruce behnke 2020

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

dream time



photo: (c) bruce behnke 2020

Monday, June 15, 2020

storm transforms




And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.


 ~Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

photo: yang ming shan, taiwan
(c) bruce behnke 2008

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

time travel: wayback machine meets the wings of aspirations


the first flight of a homemade kite

Kep area of Cambodia

photo: bruce behnke 2008

Monday, May 25, 2020

time travel: on the wings of aspirations 4


In Taiwan, butterflies are everywhere.  They may, at first, seem to be part of the landscape, but if you take time to let them land and study them you will be richly rewarded.

photo: bruce behnke 2017

Sunday, May 24, 2020

time travel: on the wings of aspirations 3




view from the summit of Miyajima Island, Japan

Photo: © bruce behnke