Photo and Poetic Gallery
Archer Garden
Poetically man dwells [on the earth].
─ Martin Heidegger
Ocean Poets Surfers
We make a dwelling in the evening air
in which being there together is enough.
─ Wallace Stevens, Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour
Water Color by Rob Wilson
Vast emptiness, nothing holy.
─ Dogen
Green Forest Road
The Kingdom of Heaven is like a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and sowed in his field; which indeed is smaller than all seeds but when it is grown, it is greater than the herbs and becomes a huge tree, so that the birds of the air can come and lodge in its branches.
Photo credit: Jane Yamashita
Summer Signs
(Water color by Rob Wilson)
The Sheaves
Where long the shadows of the wind had rolled,
Green wheat was yielding to the change assigned;
And as by some vast magic undivined
The world was turning slowly into gold.
Like nothing that was ever bought or sold
It waited there, the body and the mind;
And with a mighty meaning of a kind
That tells the more the more it is not told.
So in a land where all days are not fair,
Fair days went on till on another day
A thousand golden sheaves were lying there,
Shining and still, but not for long to stay—
As if a thousand girls with golden hair
Might rise from where they slept and go away.
─ Edwin Arlington Robinson, The Sheaves
─ van Gogh, Arles: View from the Wheat Fields
(1888)