Haibun
From the Old School He takes my arm, not to lean on, but to guide me across the street. This father protector, his sole acknowledgement ...
From the Old School He takes my arm, not to lean on, but to guide me across the street. This father protector, his sole acknowledgement ...
8 comments:
your haiga; appeals to all the senses; Ouch
much love
gillena
Thank you, Gillena. I'm always overwelmed at garden shows, no much to see and want for my own garden.
Adelaide
I love the way your overlapping photos mirror the overlapping thoughts in the poem.......
Thanks, Tinky. When I have more time, I'm going to bake that No-Knead bread.
Adelaide
Will the person who left a long comment in oriental script, (I'm sorry I don't know if it is Chinese or Japanese) leave comments in English, please. I do not want to publish comments without knowing what they say. I'm sure you can appreciate my position. Thank you.
Adelaide
Adelaide, this is a delightful blend of the senses...despite the prick! And I really enjoy the way you've placed the images -- very effective.
:)
Lary
Thank you, Lary. I'm pleased you like it. I never have any plan when creating a haiga, other than the photo and haiku I want to use. What I do with them is a process of trial and error.
Adelaide
Adelaide,
Your trials and error experiments always turn out quite lovely. I really like this one!
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