An old weeping cherry tree in Kyoto, to fog laid over tree tops, to a stylized water carved into granite formations. To scrap metal laying just-so, to the beginnings of a new start for a rice paddy.
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About Me
- CAJ
- William Carlos Williams' short poem Red Wheelbarrow was the first verse that touched me as a kid. The work is a vessel of meaning that shifts throughout one's life. This blog will encounter those shifting sands of meaning gleaned from living.
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