This used to be a bank (Williamsburg Bank), now condos.
The first photo is of a building that used to be the phone company building. It is now repurposed as condos. Very pricy condos.
Manhattan has moved across the Brooklyn Bridge into Downtown Brooklyn. And with it came the traffic. It used to take me 30 minutes from my neighborhood to the bridge. That now takes 90 minutes. Progress.
For #Thursday Doors
over at Norm2.0
Pat R
3/30/17
Arise! Spring has sprung
Mountain creek is holding court
A roaring spring melt
Pat R
3/28/17
For Carpe Diem Haiku
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Inspired by:
O slumbering one, the beloved has arrived, arise!
Brush off the dust of sleep and self, arise!
Behold the good will has arrived,
Come not before him with tears, arise!
The mender of concerns has come to you,
O heavy-hearted one, arise!
O one afflicted by separation,
Behold the good tidings of the beloved’s union, arise!
O you withered by autumn,
Now spring has come, arise!
Behold the New Year brings a fresh life,
O withered corps of yesteryear, up from your tomb, arise!
© Tahirih (Tr. Farzaneh Milani)
the light of the sun
in hiding behind dark clouds
a rainy spring day
I embrace the first raindrops
thankful for hidden blessings
Pat R
3/28/17
ah! first blooms
the door of spring is
flung open
3/26/17
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I was thinking these were toes in the sand. But they just might be fingers. This was at a ‘sandcastle building’ contest on Coney Island Beach.
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Pat R
3/26/17
Muted shapes and colors tangle with memories loosely tethered
Emerging from the cloud, warm memories, us holding hands
Laying in tall grass, listening to the sound the earth makes
3/25/17
Over at Cape Diem Haiku we’re being introduced to the Sijo. A Korean form of poetry “…more ancient than haiku, the Korean Sijo shares a common ancestry with haiku, tanka and similar Japanese genres. All evolved from more ancient Chinese patterns.
Sijo is traditionally composed in three lines of 14-16 syllables each, totaling between 44-46 syllables. A pause breaks each line approximately in the middle; it resembles a caesura but is not based on metrics.
Oh that I might capture the essence of this deep midwinter night (16)
And fold it softly into the waft of a spring-moon quilt (14)
Then fondly uncoil it the night my beloved returns. (14)
© Hwang Chin-i (1522-1565) most revered female Korean classical poet…”
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thoughts and entanglements 
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