Winter - in the eleventh month
Snow falls thick and fast.
A thousand mountains, one color.
Men of this world passing this way are few.
Dense grass conceals the door.
All night in silence, a few woodchips burn slowly
As I read the poems of the ancients.
-- Ryokan, 18th Century, C.E.
A warm sunset at a smelly pond.
Cleaned it up a little, not the pond, only the photo.
Sigma 10-20mm EX HSM lens
Hitech Grad ND filter