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FUJI X100S
FUJI XT1 XF 10-24
Next to the fountain in his courtyard there’s a giant alabaster statue of a placid-faced lady riding a dragon: Kuan Yin, the goddess of compassion. Bees loved to drink from the lotus-flower filled fountain. He often watched their golden bodies zoom across the street, below the tattered flags, then swoop down behind the temple’s red iron gates.
FUJI X100S
FUJI X100S | XT1 XF 10-24 COMBO
FUJI XT1 XF 10-24 ~ XF 60MM
Wooden steps with no railing lead to a crescent-shaped beach to the left, a rocky coastline to the right. She runs across the hot sand to the edge of the water. The surf is a series of sinuous rolls, and when she closes her eyes, she can hear the spray. She prepares herself for the cold. Better than electroshock therapy.
Hands pointed, eyes shut, she is a bullet through the white surge.
He drives along a sandy road to the center of the beach community, too small to be called a village. There's a lobster pound and a general store. Carrying a life preserver, he makes his way down a gravel drive to the end of a wooden pier. There is the Boston Whaler.
THE DAY BATHES IN THE HOURS
A THOUSAND VERSES OF LIGHT
BLUE BLOOD SKIES LAY ON THE QUIET OF THE ROCKS
GRATEFULLY ... THE WHOLE OF THE OCEAN
KNEADS OF THE PAST
UNHURRIED RUSTICITY
KNOCKS AND HAMMERS BY DAY ~ SOFT THE EVE MOON
MOUNTAINS MEET THE OCEAN
A MATTRESS STUFFED WITH DREAMS
A WHITE CURTAIN DRIFTS IN FROM AN OPEN WINDOW. A CHINESE SCROLL HANGS ON A BEDROOM WALL. THEIR RAG PATCH SHEDDINGS ~WILDFLOWERS FADE TO BLACK.
FUJI XT1 - XF 23MM
“Winter has come,
Walking on the silent sand,
Stalking on the the lonely bay,
Slipping through the frozen timber.”
THE SAND IS COLD... WHERE THE UMBRELLA WAS...THEY'RE GONE.
