I sit on the Azusa9 heading north,
I think I see the Virgin Mary on the side of a building, but it is rust,
then I do see Jesus on top of a building,
I smile.
After him, a buzzard sits on a fence.
On the way home, the weak winter sun peers over the snow capped mountains,
I pull down the train window shades to do my edit,
as I finish a man gets on and pushes the shades back up,
I choose 20 pictures.
Perfect.
The man sitting behind me constantly sucks his teeth.
12/12/2008 at 12:04 am
J.S.H-san
Is that a haiku? I suppose,it really only properly works if the 17 syllables are in Japanese. I don’t know which script.
Truly, you are integrating.
Haiku Garth!
I.x
12/12/2008 at 9:35 am
There once was a man from Nippon,
Weighed down with bags of Nikon,
With the click of a shutter,
. . . someone else can finish it!
15/12/2008 at 12:44 pm
switched back to Canon,
again, took a pride in Nippon,
17/12/2008 at 12:42 pm
There once was a man from Nippon,
Weighed down with bags of Nikon,
With the click of a shutter,
He made his bread and butter,
By shooting page 3 of the sun.
… and the worst thing about Nikon is their t.v ads. 1/4000 in a dark bar!