a sense of haiku

dan & yulan thanksgiving thursday

“tribute to a frog”

profoundly alone

wounded eye and dragging leg

fearlessly onward 🦊❤️

(dan’s haiku)

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“on and on”

stopping between breaths

the old frog

galumphs along

(yulan’s haiku)

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https://three-lines-more-or-less.blogspot.com/2020/11/45-yulan-dan-thanksgiving.html?m=1

A number of years ago I found inspiration in the tough, grittiness of urban areas, especially the not so wonderful areas. In the decay and “falling downness” I saw struggle and resilience. Urban photography was my passion. Now I marvel at the resilience and “tough as nailness” of nature in all its forms. Most humans are so fragile and pampered. What I see in the woods absolutely humbles me. It makes me thankful on this Thanksgiving Day 2020.

all about miles baby!

no longer looking

at years of life that remain

now it’s miles to do 🦊❤️

owl at dawn

at dawn an owl hoots

isn’t that a rooster’s job?

i guess i was wrong 🦊❤️

On my morning hikes I often hear an owl begin to hoot just before the sunrise. It’s like he’s telling night to go to sleep and the day to wake up. Just like a rooster. The sound moves from haunting to hooray as the sun peeks over the hills. It’s such a wonderful time of day