I’m sharing someone else’s words today. “An old silent pond. Into the pond a frog jumps. Splash! Silence again.” It is perhaps the best known of all Japanese haiku. No subject could be more humdrum. No language could be more pedestrian. Basho, the poet, makes no comment on what he is describing. He implies no… Read More
I wanted to test my skills at getting an image through mini-blinds, glass, and the screen. Luckily I was able to move the curtain, or it would have been impossible! Of course, my son had another word for my efforts. He called it spying! Oops.