Monday, August 16, 2010
The season is going to pass.
The rice field is protected in a forest of the bamboo.
The paddy-rice is thickening colors still more.
This space is filled with a peaceful atmosphere of the summer.
Whisper. Breeze.. Stillness...
The flow of time shakes bamboo gently.
Such an imagination appears on my heart and has gone.
The farmers live in the immediate side of the rice field.
Paddy-rice is all of them. And it is the symbol.
Time goes by slowly...
夏川を こすうれしさよ 手にぞうり
与謝 蕪村 (1716 – 1783)
summer river joy to cross it holding sandals in a hand
Yosa Buson (1716 – 1783)