Friday, November 16, 2018

new show opening information



3 miniature photographs on display at
Matchbox 14
Cedar Street Galleries
817 Cedar Street
Honolulu, Hawaii
November 16 through December 31, 2018

Opening Reception: November 16, 5:30-8:00 pm

Thursday, November 8, 2018

at Tominaga Shrine 富永神社




at Tominaga Shrine 富永神社
a Shinto shrine located in
Shinshiro, Aichi Prefecture, Japan

(c) bruce behnke 2018

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

rivers of Japan: the Sorahasu









Sorahasu River, Aichi Prefecture
and one of its tributaries
Japan

photos: (c) bruce behnke 2018

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Japan autumn













































Karuizawa, Nagano Prefecture
Japan

photo: Bruce Behnke
(c) 2018

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

time and existence


I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.

~ Wislawa Szymborska


 Wislawa Szymborska was recipient of the 1996 Nobel Prize in Literature.

photo: ka'ena point in the distance
bruce behnke 2018
(c) all rights reserved

Thursday, September 20, 2018

still learning




I am still learning.  ~Michelangelo

Molokai coast after rain

photo: bruce behnke
(c) 2018






Wednesday, September 12, 2018

bamboo







Many ancient scholars chose to live in seclusion in deep mountains surrounded by bamboo forests, where they drank wine, wrote poems or painted pictures while enjoying the beauty of nature. By leading such a simple life, they wanted to stay away from worldly affairs. Su Dongpo, (苏东坡 ) a famous writer of the Song Dynasty (960-1279), wrote in his poem, 
"I would rather eat no meat than live without bamboo."



Planting Bamboos

白居易

by Bai Juyi

Unrewarded, my will to serve the State;

At my closed door autumn grasses grow.
What could I do to ease a rustic heart?
I planted bamboo, more than a hundred shoots.
When I see their beauty, as they grow by the stream-side,
I feel again as though I lived in the hills,
And many a time on public holidays
Round their railing I walk till night comes.
Do not say that their roots are still weak,
Do not say that their shade is still small;
Already I feel that both in garden and house
Day by day a fresher air moves.
But most I love, lying near the window-side,
to hear in their branches the sound of the autumn-wind. 

photos: (c) bruce behnke 2018