A death poem for the new year

The glass slips out of my grasping hands. CRASH! A thousand suns glisten on my kitchen floor.   The death poem is a tradition in Zen Buddhism. Our sangha writes one at the new year every year as a way to reflect on the past year. I believe the tradition is that Buddhist monks wrote them […]

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Geek Love

Love is a recursive function, infinite looping. You are the operator.   About the photo: Made in Paris with a Pentax K1000 and Tri-x.

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