Bamboo Spring ~ #007 April 2014 – Haiga/Haibun Phoneography Challenge: Macro (plus) NaPoWriMo

©14 (raw) Bamboo Beads 3 sml 6x

 

Finding Bamboo Spring

 

I’m not sure why I’ve been attracted to bookmarks. the interest goes back years. I periodically return to creating them as well as gathering them. gathering, I’ve used bits of paper. yarn. feathers. twigs. anything handy at times. I suspect most of us have.

creating a bookmark appeals to me. the corner of an envelope—which I then paint. watercolor (and drawing) paper—painting and drawing. photographs which I use as is or attach as collage to other papers. sometimes I laminate the work. sometimes I do not. dried and pressed blossoms, petals, leaves, seaweed. clothing tags with string, cord and chain, ribbons and beads or plastic do-dahs—which I may also paint.

and more recently bamboo. slicing the bamboo thin lengthways. or snipping stalks in various lengths to make beads for the ribbon or cording tassel.

a week ago I gave up on being ready to make things with the bamboo in my yard this Spring. it helps to know what I intend to do with the bamboo before I start trimming. in this case I needed to cut the buddha bamboo back so I could get to the gate without maneuvering through a forest. I thought I gave up on a variety of ideas—paint and pen reeds, whistle flutes, plant stakes, sand drawing tools, clay tools, attachments and sculpture parts, paper and canvas hanging bars and beads. beads for pendants, key chains and of course bookmarks.

I’ve used this bamboo previously on projects such as a Naked Mail Art Swap.

Naked Mail Art (or Naked Postal Art) is simply art work sent through the postal service unwrapped. addresses and stamp(s) are placed directly on the work and away it goes. I wrote about one of these naked mail art projects a couple of years ago, entitled Painting Bamboo Forest in a Jar.

yard work
within a bamboo forest
I find Spring

I cut the bamboo a week ago. in the process of cutting I began to trim a few pieces to use in planting and hanging things. and as beads—even though I was not ready to work with the bamboo at this time. hope remains that some of the cuttings will turn into bookmark beads if nothing else. somehow creating a bookmark feels like Spring to me.

now the bamboo will-be-beads are drying.

the bamboo is green yet often turns to a yellow-tan as it dries. sometimes it will retain the green to some degree. mostly it turns to that soft golden glow yellow, which can look so inviting when slightly polished with handling.

bamboo Spring
I trim green cuttings
into beads

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Altered Photograph

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Digital Drawing and Painting 
  • iPad 2 Digital Camera
  • Top Camera App
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Adobe Photoshop Elements 12

This is my response to the Phoneography and Non-SLR Digital Devices Photo Challenge: Macro, April 14, 2014 found on the Lens and Pens by Sally blog. The theme or focus for the 2nd Monday of the month is Macro.

I’m also including my response for yesterday for National Poetry Writing Month 2014 (NaPoWriMo 2014). I hope to contribute at least one poetic writing each day—although I will post these on my blog only as I post (which currently is about 2-4 times a week).

NaPoWriMo

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April 13

stitched into the night
the clatter of banana leaves
Spring sky

 

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Driven ~ #006 April 2014 – Haiga/Haibun for #FWF Free Write Friday: Joanne Harris Words (and) NaPoWriMo

©14 Muse Reflection 3 sml 6x

 

Joanne Harris Quote Prompt 1

Between Paintbrush and Spring

 

two A.M. twisted. in bed sheets. a dream. before I wake. this distant Spring. opening edges. into otherness. other worlds. I sit up. my paintbrush in hand. knowing she watches. urging. urgent. in silence. knowing. in silence. this need for light. hue. pigment. blossom. random. and intentional. strokes. splattered on canvas. wet paper. dreams. she knows. waiting on edge. patient. impatient. to begin. struggling for patience. control. in the silence. i wake. again. knowing she watches. and will not wait. long. thoughts in my skull. scatter. i know. she waits. for my return. here. strokes. these brushstrokes. of paint. a slathering. release. driven. pleasure. driven. she is like that. pure. pleasure. silken. buttery. wet. paint. tactile. these colors of Spring. otherness. in her. my muse.

visitation
these distant colors of Spring
in the painter’s hand

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Altered Photographs

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Digital Drawing and Painting 
  • Nikon D80 Digital Camera
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Photoshop Elements 12

 

This is my (slightly edited) response to the #FWF Free Write Friday April 11, 2014 Joanne Harris prompt, found on Kellie Elmore’s Blog.

 
April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) 2014. I hope to contribute at least one poetic writing each day—although I will post these on my blog only as I post (which currently is about 2-4 times a week). My response for:

 
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April 09

Spring walk
the birds in morning song
till ten A.M.

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April 10

even the dog
this scent of Spring 
in the grass

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April 11

young blossom
the Spring colors remain
a mystery

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Chasing Spring ~ #005 April 2014 – Haiga/Haibun Thinking Week #12: Freestyle Week (and) NaPoWriMo

©14 Chasing Spring 2 sml 6x

 

Chasing Spring

 

yesterday. daffodils. purple-blue blossoms. forsythia yellow. early. before 7 AM. mom drops me off. a light breeze. i think kite. my kite in hand. i cross the street. up the embankment. over the fence. a nine year old. into the field. kite with tail. and string. bowing in the wind. the tug. and weight. i know i can pull my kite into this wind. high white cloud sky. moving fast across the field. green damp moss. around mottled straw grass. the stalks still standing. this snapping. soggy. crunch. under my feet. thin sneakers. i avoid the soft places. still. the water seeps in. over the soles. through the white canvas. wetter feet with each step. the kite takes off. the string. rattle hums out. the wind has never caught my kite so easily. this is the third day i’ve tried. i’m the first here. no one else sees. no one knows i’m here. i think, how will i tell them how fast? suddenly. the end of the string. i chase the string. the kite. so high. a dot. no more string. the pull gone. the weight of the kite. gone. high up. i run. i leap. i cross the field. down the slope. over the fence. into the peach orchard. chasing the kite. east. the string. snagging and snaking through trees. branches. the end of the string slithering along the ground. bouncing. lifting off the ground. dropping back again. i race. no time to think. again. the string lifting off. the tip waist high. i chase. shoulder high. and. off. upward. over my jump reach. gone. in fifteen minutes. spring wind. runs off with my kite. and i have. all day. to play.

and today.

paintbrush in hand
I search a nearby field
barely Spring

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Digital Drawing and Painting

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Procreate App
  • ArtStudio App
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Adobe Photoshop Elements 12

This is my response to the Haibun Thinking blog: Week #12 – April 8, 2014 Freestyle Week prompt

You are invited to respond to the Haibun Thinking blog prompts each week. You are invited to read the response to these prompts by other writers as well (click on the Links in Collection buttons) and have fun.

This is of course also my response today for National Poetry Writing Month 2014 (NaPoWriMo 2014). I hope to contribute at least one poetic writing each day—although I will post these on my blog only as I post (which currently is about 2-4 times a week).

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Banana Blossom ~ #004 April 2014 – Haiga and Haibun for NaPoWriMo and the Phoneography and Non-SLR Digital Devices Photo Challenge: Nature

©14 Pen and Brush Color 4 sml 6x

 

Spring Reach

 

new growth rhizomes. on the backyard banana tree. need attention. long over due extras. need to be removed. too many start-ups drain nutrients from each other. i just need one blossom. at a time. to be fruiting.

the first blossom came to maturity about the end of last Summer. it took a year and a half from the time i planted the tree. two years from the time the tree was given to me.

that one planting sent out several other trees. which i let grow. now. early Spring. another tree has blossomed. this blossom has more than doubled the number of bananas on the first tree. i am delighted. however. i need to selectively remove the over surge of new rhizomes that are coming up fast.

i use a machete. it takes me an hour. working in the rain. which begins as i start. thwack. thwack. . . .thwack. i bring one tree at a time down. moving each to the compost pile. i remove 6 or 7 of these new trees. i leave 3 trees standing. including the one now in bloom.

liquid runs from each nip of the machete blade. like a gutter full of water in a rain storm. it is clear—i can not see it. until it dries. dark brown. the stain will not come out of my clothing. no matter how many times i wash or bleach. i wear old clothes. when i work. around banana trees.

i like the fruit. which i can buy in a store. about two pounds (6 or 7 bananas) for $4.00 (local apple banana price). however i also enjoy. the thrill. of banana trees growing. and fruiting. in my yard.

the color. blue-greens to green-yellows. yellows, cream-yellows and oranges. browns. and grays. and of course the deep purple-blues to purple-reds. and sometimes a light patina of blue. and a deep. rich. velvet. red.

shape patterns. repetitions. spirals. delicate forms. subtle and bold lines. repeating. arcing out. lost and found. radiating.

sounds. in the wind. a hushed clattering. soft. muted. light. strong. this song. day or night. in the breeze.

the way a banana tree interacts with rain. catching it in pools and beads and letting go in drip lines and rivulets.

and the amazing way a banana tree simply grows. in sunlight. i like that.

rain muted color
with pen and brush
I reach for Spring

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Altered Photograph Compilation

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Digital Drawing and Painting 
  • iPad 2 Digital Camera
  • Top Camera App
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Adobe Photoshop Elements 12

This is my response for NaPoWriMo and the Phoneography and Non-SLR Digital Devices Photo Challenge: Nature, April 7, 2014 found on the Lens and Pens by Sally blog. The theme or focus for the 1st Monday of the month is Nature.

My response is in the form of haiga and haibun. Two of the many Haiku and Related Forms in the field of poetry.

  • Haibun is prose or poetry (other than haiku) plus one or more haiku.
  • Haiga is image which includes haiku as a part of the image—image and haiku as one work.

Below are the Phoneography and Non-SLR Digital Devices Photo Challenge themes for each Monday of a month:

  • 1st Monday: Nature
  • 2nd Monday: Macro
  • 3rd Monday: Black and White
  • 4th Monday Challenger’s Choice (Pick One: Abstraction, Animals, Architecture, Food Photography, Night Photography, Objects, Portraiture, Still Life, Street Photography, or Travel). 
  • 5th Monday: Editing and Processing with Various Apps Using Themes from the Fourth Week (31 March 2014 will be the first challenge for this new theme).

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NaPoWriMo

 

April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) 2014. I hope to contribute at least one poetic writing each day—although I will post these on my blog only as I post (which currently is about 2-4 times a week).

On Sunday (April 6, 2014) I worked in the yard cutting back a variety of overgrowth. The following haibun as well as the first one above (and the photograph) came from this afternoon in the yard. The haibun that follows formed in a comment on the Red Dragonfly blog (which I’ve placed here exactly as it is there). I highly recommend the Red Dragonfly blog if you are interested in Haiku and Related forms. Currently the Red Dragonfly blog is focused on haibun.

My NaPoWriMo response for April 6, 2014:

 

Spring Cuttings

 

I do not remember many winters with as many cold days and nights here as this winter. I was surprised the temperature was 68 degrees when I woke last night. when I lived in upstate NY, forsythia on a bank, the edge of the property facing south, always seemed to open early in Spring. I liked that yellow moment. now I’m going outside. to pay attention to long Buddha Belly bamboo. cutting it. the bamboo is in the ground. not potted. so it does not have the characteristic belly of constrained root systems typical of the name. I want to use the bamboo. that is why I’ve let it grow so long. however I am not ready with the materials I would need to follow up on my thoughts—even though I have plenty of ideas in the back of my skull. so it is likely I will just cut it back, as it has grown far across the walk now. maybe cutting some in ways I can use just that way it will be cut. still. I plan to cut bamboo in a few minutes. because. Hawai’i. 

bamboo Spring 
the leaves brush my face
in the rain

April 6, 2014
Kailua, Hawai’i

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Moments of Weight ~ #003 April 2014 – Haiga/Haibun for #FWF Free Write Friday: Ellen Bass Words (and) NaPoWriMo

 

 

©14 Spring Grass 2 sml 6x

 

Door(s) of Transition

 

in-love crumbling and the loss-of-a-loved-one crumbling. are different things to me. different moments. each hard. for me.

beating heart. instantly turned. to shattered red glass. in a word. a few words. a sudden realization. suddenly all that is known becomes in doubt. questionable.

EVERYTHING has to be reexamined.

to know a wall is a wall, i have to walk up to the wall. each wall. every wall. and touch it. with my hands. lean gently into it. as if touching it will reassure me. that there is a wall here. and here. and there. and i can not walk through it. otherwise. i have no confidence in what i think i know. believe i know. by my senses. to be there. around me in this world. each step. every step. i risk. falling through what i think i am standing on. into. something else. something unknown.

belief. as in faith. is a different way of knowing.

how do i go beyond the dissolving of my sense world? this touch, taste, hear, see, smell world. this salt world. that can slip away. as in water.

breathe. all i have to do is breathe. to be alive in this moment. and speak within my mind, “. . . .this is what it is like as this happens. . . .” each moment. this is what this moment is like when this happens.

eventually. the moments shift. great lengths of time may help. maybe. maybe not. some weights fade away. some weights linger. the weight of shattered red glass. may linger. still. i know i may learn. i believe. it is possible to learn. how to live with it. with shattered red glass. breathing. with shattered red glass. being. life.

i’m reasonably sure. because i watch the world around me. that all things born into this world. especially human beings. and specifically me. will have to die. that’s the only way i know to go on. the only door. past this world. at this time. that i’m reasonably sure. exists. although i suspect. there are other doors—still. quietly. it is this door. i know most about. this door. that is always here. here. where ever there is life.

when i realize this door is here. ever present. and know it. life becomes important to me again. i want to see everything i can see. experience. do. that i want to see. experience. or do. or at least keep working. and moving. toward these things. until i too. move on from this world. through the door.

what i do in this world. this life. is preparation. to be able to go through that door. preparation. the experience and possibly learning. and the choices i make. lead into what is through that door.  i will go through that door. into what there will be. what i will become into. through that door.

that is belief. faith.

what the caterpillar does. eats. moves toward. is the preparation. preparing it. to go through a door. into another world. a cocoon door of transition. a cocoon door that leads into transformation.

transition. that door. that comes with life. to me is a transition door that leads to transformation.

what i leave behind? what we leave behind? i hope. is hope. is of help. to others. is of some benefit to those up next. in life. and that what remains from us. here. leads to fun. joy. or profound okay-ness. for these next up human beings—the us in all beings. that become into this life. if that happens. i’m okay with that. i’d like that.

is this love of life? or simply an awareness? an appreciation. of. for. in. the beauty. of being. life? . . . .and the doors we are born with—our door(s) of transition. into transformation. 

Spring grass
this passage of life
to be born

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Altered Photograph

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Digital Drawing and Painting 
  • Nikon D80 Digital Camera
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Photoshop Elements 12

This is my (slightly edited) response to the #FWF Free Write Friday April 4, 2014 Ellen Bass prompt, found on Kellie Elmore’s Blog.

April  is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) 2014. I hope to contribute at least one poetic writing each day—although I will post these on my blog only as I post (which currently is about 2-4 times a week). My response for:

 

April 04

the sound
of purple water
early Spring

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Half Light ~ #002 April 2014 – Haiga/Haibun Thinking Week #11: Art Week (and) NaPoWriMo 2014

©14 Silence 3 sml 6x

 

Shoreline Watch

 

half light. these few moments. when the first lights come on. across the water. the last day-insects. settle. I walk the shore. in a memory. I arrive in early Spring. a time I have yet to experience. yet knowing the shore in Winter. Summer. and Autumn. yes. I recognize this memory. and the sound of foot steps. along a single file path. my legs brushing the long dry grasses. that remain. after Winter snow. roughly. I follow the shoreline. I explore. until full dark. when I watch. for moonrise. 

the silence
of settling insects
Spring moon

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Altered Photograph

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Nikon D80 Digital Camera
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Adobe Photoshop Elements 12

 

This is my 2nd response to the Haibun Thinking blog: Week #11 – April 1, 2014 Art Week prompt, which has two visual prompts, either of which can be used. I’ve used the Photograph by Terry Shepherd as my prompt for the above haibun.

You are invited to respond to the Haibun Thinking blog prompts each week. You are also invited to read the response by others to these prompts (click on the Links in Collection buttons) and have fun.

This month is also National Poetry Writing Month 2014 (NaPoWriMo 2014). I hope to contribute at least one poetic writing each day—although I will post these on my blog only as I post (which currently is about 2-4 times a week). Haibun is a Haiku and Related Form category in poetry.

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Distance ~ #001 April 2014 – Haiga/Haibun Thinking Week #11: Art Week (and) NaPoWriMo 2014

©14 These Letters Late Winter 1993 1 sml 6x

 

This Close Distance

 

we exchange letters. unevenly. sometimes she sent three or four when I’d reply with one. other times I might send half a dozen and receive one in return. when I was traveling. on my own. eight months. across Europe. I’d sometimes find one of her letters. at the US Consulate. in Rome. and read it. on the Spanish steps.

this uneven exchange. like waves upon a shore. sometimes the water is a little higher. sometimes a little lower. still. each wave arrives. in a unique way of balancing. across the distance. this way and that. always in contact.

she came to visit that year. and several years later to live. a few miles away. 

now I place an imaginary stamp on an old envelope. we still exchange letters in this uneven balance. I want her to know a letter will always be waiting for her hand. it’s been eight years next month that I let go and she went on. 

we will visit again one day. face to face. in what ever way that may be. that’s how it works. not today though. 

or. 

maybe it will be today. I don’t know. 

today it will be a letter. one I mail from within. 

mother.

these letters
arrive each Spring in May
I smile

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Digital Drawing and Painting Collage

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Scanner Photography
  • Epson Perfection V300 Photo Scanner
  • Zen Brush App
  • My Sketch App
  • iPad 2
  • Nikon D80 Digital Camera
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Adobe Photoshop Elements 12

 

The above is my response to the Haibun Thinking blog: Week #11 – April 1, 2014 Art Week prompt , as well as my April 2, 2014 response for NaPoWriMo (additional information follows below on this National Poetry Writing Month).

This week one of the Art Week prompts on Haibun Thinking is also my artwork. The above image (minus the haiku) is one of the prompts. I encourage you to respond to this image via the Haibun Thinking blog. Simply go to the post and follow the information there.

You are of course invited to respond to the Haibun Thinking blog prompts each week. You are also invited to read the response by others to these prompts (click on the Links in Collection buttons) and have fun.

This month is National Poetry Writing Month 2014 (NaPoWriMo 2014). I hope to contribute at least one poetic writing each day—although I will post these on my blog only as I post (which currently is about 2-4 times a week). Some of my responses so far follow:

April 01

dangling earring
across the lingering day
this pink moon

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seeds upon a hill
I complete a painting
into Spring

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