lost in the mists --
the towers suspending 
the Golden Gate Bridge

Posted on FaceBook's NaHaiWriMo page on 11/14/2012 in response to the prompt 'Landmarks'

I love the way the Golden Gate Bridge disappears into the fog.  Sometimes, as you approach the bridge, all you can see are the towers poking above the fog. And sometimes you appear to be heading into a tunnel with the Bay, the headland, and the towers all disappearing.

morning mist
an angler casts his line
iris bloom on the shore

laying out the paper
carefully tearing it to size
dreams of a great painting

Posted on Facebook's NaHaiWriMo page, August 28, 2012, in response to the prompt wishes or dreams.

I'm not a fisherman, so I don't really know what they wish for.  But the ones I have talked with all say that catching fish is not what it is about.  It is about being on the river and engaged in the process, though I suppose that an exciting contest with their quarry would be welcome.  I do know about painting.  For me, preparing the paper is an important part of the process.  The whiteness of the paper, its texture and feel, interacting with it and tearing it carefully to the shape and size I want--those are all part of getting ready to paint.