WW: Red-flowering currants

(Ribes sanguineum. Common native food here on the North Coast. Eponymous flower here.)

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WW: Autumn self-portrait

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Poem: Doves

doves flush from the maples
art deco airframes torpedoing through the branches
rolling left and right


(Photo courtesy of Imran Shah and Wikimedia Commons.)

WW: Evening sky

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Curriculum Vitae

No board, no checkers
Calligraphy worth nothing
Round-eyed hermit monk

WW: Ancient oil can

(Found this all-steel imperial quart motor oil can on a recent walk along a former logging road – now in a protected natural area. Judging exact age is hard with no labelling left, but Internet-roshi says cans of this type were standard from the 20s through the 50s. All things considered, I'd guess 40s – early 50s for this one. Note the distinctive hole left by the old-school oil can spout. I threw at least one of those spouts away a few years ago, when I moved my mom out of the house she'd lived in for nearly 40 years.)

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The Mountain Kyôsaku

"Although we say mountains belong to the country, actually, they belong to those that love them."

Dōgen