portrait of a Russian-Dutch American male actor in a black suit and white collared shirt with a polka-dot tie

portrait of a Russian-Dutch American male actor in a black suit and white collared shirt with a polka-dot tie

taken from a balcony halfway up a mountain overlooking the dense resort foliage and the palm trees across the bay to Phi Phi Lee (Maya Beach)

taken from a balcony halfway up a mountain overlooking the dense resort foliage and the palm trees across the bay to Phi Phi Lee (Maya Beach)

Here is a black and white breakwater photo I took in the Bahamas, off Great Abaco. These man-made structures are designed to mimic the appearance of shoals, but their job is to protect the coast from high-energy waves and storms. The pitted rocks stretch diagonally across the sea, from right to left, like a bridge over calm waves. The sky is strewn with a delicate mixture of clouds; my favorite being the wispy cirrus in the upper right that looks like a fishbone or a feathery arrow. Between the rugged rocks and soft sky, the ocean appears wrinkly, almost silken, leading to a distant line of shore. The tinest sailboat drifts on the right, facing left.

Standing before this clutch of serenity, I couldn’t help but wonder: what stories does each rock hold? Every dip, crack, and dent becomes a word. From all angles, different pages emerge. Yet, all we can read is on the surface. What dwells deeper within or beneath the tides? An ocean of libraries. These thoughts inspired another haiku in my travel journal.

clouds shape narrative
shoal rock tales
form a library

Here is a black and white breakwater photo I took in the Bahamas, off Great Abaco. These man-made structures are designed to mimic the appearance of shoals, but their job is to protect the coast from high-energy waves and storms. The pitted rocks stretch diagonally across the sea, from right to left, like a bridge over calm waves. The sky is strewn with a delicate mixture of clouds; my favorite being the wispy cirrus in the upper right that looks like a fishbone or a feathery arrow. Between the rugged rocks and soft sky, the ocean appears wrinkly, almost silken, leading to a distant line of shore. The tinest sailboat drifts on the right, facing left.

Standing before this clutch of serenity, I couldn’t help but wonder: what stories does each rock hold? Every dip, crack, and dent becomes a word. From all angles, different pages emerge. Yet, all we can read is on the surface. What dwells deeper within or beneath the tides? An ocean of libraries. These thoughts inspired another haiku in my travel journal.

clouds shape narrative
shoal rock tales
form a library

A snowy riverbank with a large unfrozen area of water reflects the hazy sky and the pine trees in the distance, in the foreground a tree, it's branches barren, braces against a cold sky

A snowy riverbank with a large unfrozen area of water reflects the hazy sky and the pine trees in the distance, in the foreground a tree, it's branches barren, braces against a cold sky

From a walking path on a small ridge, a view from between two giant oak trees down into a thicket of young saplings, almost completely covered in ice from the heavy snow storm hours before

From a walking path on a small ridge, a view from between two giant oak trees down into a thicket of young saplings, almost completely covered in ice from the heavy snow storm hours before