Light Dusting of Frozen Atmosphere
Walking Elijah (upper middle right) in the morning after a very light mix of precipitation.
Brown Creeper - Certhia americana
A little hard to see - and the head is searching under the bark scales - but this is a nifty little guy called the Brown Creeper. He starts at the bottom of the tree and spirals upward looking for grubs in a jerky-then-pause manner. When he gets to the top of the tree he flies off to the next one near the ground then starts the up-hill spiral again.
Li Bai - Yellow Crane Tower
Chinese Poetry has really gotten to me lately - below are different renditions (translations) and the original Chinese writings themselves of one I like:
Here's my good old friend
At the Yellow Crane Terrace
For a western departure.
We're saying good-bye.
He's in a cloud of third-month blossoms.
He's off downstream to Yang-Chou.
That shadow is his lonely sail.
Now it is gone.
All the blue is empty now.
All you can see is that long, long river.
It flows to the edge of the sky.
At the Yellow Crane Terrace
For a western departure.
We're saying good-bye.
He's in a cloud of third-month blossoms.
He's off downstream to Yang-Chou.
That shadow is his lonely sail.
Now it is gone.
All the blue is empty now.
All you can see is that long, long river.
It flows to the edge of the sky.
tr. Ken Hope
and yet again:
|
Old friend west take leave yellow
crane tower
Mist flowers three month down Yangzhou Lone sail far shadow blue empty to limit Only see Yangtze River horizon flow |
My old friend's said goodbye to
the west, here at Yellow Crane Tower,
In the third month's cloud of willow blossoms, he's going down to Yangzhou. The lonely sail is a distant shadow, on the edge of a blue emptiness, All I see is the Yangtze River flow to the far horizon. |
Li Bai (705 – 762), also known as Li Po, was a
Chinese poet acclaimed from his own day to the present as a genius and romantic
figure who took traditional poetic forms to new heights
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