Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
浮世絵... Pictures of a floating world
Usually the word ukiyo (浮世絵) is literally translated as "floating world" in English, referring to a conception of an evanescent world, impermanent, fleeting beauty and a realm of entertainments divorced from the responsibilities of the mundane, everyday world; "pictures of the floating world", i.e. ukiyo-e, are considered a genre unto themselves.
Japanese viewers, or those familiar with the genre of ukio-e would probably express a difference of opinion as to whether this photograph constitutes ukio-e. In the traditional sense, it does not, either in subject or execution. In the literal sense, well, you be the judge.
Japanese viewers, or those familiar with the genre of ukio-e would probably express a difference of opinion as to whether this photograph constitutes ukio-e. In the traditional sense, it does not, either in subject or execution. In the literal sense, well, you be the judge.
Photo: Bruce Behnke
(c) 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
our planet's journey
As mountains erode, rocks are sent on a journey down the slopes, washing through streams, and resting in river beds where they are polished and fragmented and repolished and moved some more.
Our planet has sent these rocks on a journey, but when you think about their origins you begin to realize that nature is moving mountains.
Photos: stream beds
Red Rock National Conservation Area, NV
(c) 2011 Bruce Behnke
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
中秋節.... moon festival
Watching the Moon with Thoughts of Far Away
Bright moon born of the sea,
at sky's farthest edges we share it now.
A man of heart, hating the long night,
till the end of evening wakeful, remembering,
I put out the lamp, marvel at the moonlight's fullness,
don a cloak, aware of the dampness of dew.
No way to send my gift, this handful of moonbeams,
I go back to bed, dreaming of good times.
~Chang Chiu 673-740
(Burton Watson, translator)
On this day of Moon Festival, I send you all a handful of moonbeams.
photo: Bruce Behnke (c) 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
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