This is beautiful thank you!
A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand beckoning,
a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean. It is a way of returning
to nature, to our moon nature, our cherry blossom nature, our falling
leaf nature, in short, to our Buddha nature. It is a way in which
the cold winter rain, the swallows of evening, even the very day in
its hotness, and the length of the night, become truly alive, share
in our humanity, speak their own silent and expressive language.
- ~R.H.Blyth~ Haiku, Volume One
I originally wanted these three photographs to be one visual haiku, in my case meaning a poem in three lines, each photograph to represent a line. However, I found the term already in use, and I decided that each one individually fits the common definition: a photograph that says something more than the contents; it uses…
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