Day 2175, reflection.
Day's pictures, Poetrymoon
Day 2118, slowly.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I stand in the forest
dark
staring at the sky
the tops of the trees sharp
outlined
against the blue
of the leftover day
~
I see the moon
slowly
moving
reassuring me
for another tomorrow
Day 2100, from my window 1.
Day's pictures
From our window today.
Day 1951, clinging.
Daily picture, Poetry
On my way to nowhere
I landed on this structure you build
in the moonlight
~
I don’t even know when
Day 1165, our shadows.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Our life
together
moves
on different waves
still
we are
in the same sea
and
our shadows
meet
when we stand
under
a full moon
on
the beach
Nochrisis
Day 1002, on his way down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A half-lit moon reveals
his absorbed tired light
to paint for me in silver grey
a likeness between shadows
of that what I imagine
and he reflects
on his way down.
Nochrisis
Day 977, still reflects.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Alone, a long walk
the dark branches spread forwards
the moon still reflects.
Day 732, Night walk.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The trees stretch out above
the path I go at night alone
to touch the half-moon.
Day 707, Hurry up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The moon almost full on the way to a perfect one day effect of expectation by a proud walk and sharpened sight what the pull of the moon does to our imagination, it’s a new future a mark to close the past to try again repeat and again the full moon will come soon so finish now to start again.
Day 695, Echo of the moon.
Day's pictures, Poetry
This house where I sit is silent and only the moon echo’s the light.
Grey are the shadows inside, slowly finding their way, moving away.
I stair and see the dust caught by the moons darkened reflection.
The particles move without purpose they only know to go down.
Forced by the pull of the mass is what they obey, it’s the calm they prey.
They stay there till one day I may leave my print or brush them away.
Day 689, By the waterfall.
Day's pictures, Human all too human
Friedrich Nietzsche
Human all too human
106
By the waterfall. – At the sight of a waterfall we think we see in the countless curvings, twistings and breakings of the waves capriciousness and freedom of will; but everything here is necessary, every motion mathematically calculable. So it is too in the case of human actions; if one were all-knowing, one would be able to calculate every individual action, likewise every advance in knowledge, every error, every piece of wickedness. The actor himself, to be sure, is fixed in the illusion of free will; if for one moment the wheel of the world were to stand still, and there were an all-knowing, calculating intelligence there to make use of this pause, it could narrate the future of every creature to the remotest ages and describe every track along which this wheel had yet to roll. The actor’s deception regarding himself, the assumption of free-will, is itself part of the mechanism it would have to compute.
Nochrisis 