Perhaps you have to be me to "get" this haiga, and so some explanation will be helpful. I wrote the haiku while drinking tea at 4 a.m. one morning, after attending to my dear restless son. The dawn was some time away, but the dark, dramatic skyline was rapidly shifting in the strong autumnal wind.
The note of melancholy and transience in the haiku fits with this photograph of Chinese Mama looking out on the garden that she so expertly helped shape. She has since returned to China, her aeroplane racing for the horizon, but the garden continues to grow, and be enjoyed by the whole family.
Perhaps you have to be me to "get" this haiga, and so some explanation will be helpful. I wrote the haiku while drinking tea at 4 a.m. one morning, after attending to my dear restless son. The dawn was some time away, but the dark, dramatic skyline was rapidly shifting in the strong autumnal wind.
ReplyDeleteThe note of melancholy and transience in the haiku fits with this photograph of Chinese Mama looking out on the garden that she so expertly helped shape. She has since returned to China, her aeroplane racing for the horizon, but the garden continues to grow, and be enjoyed by the whole family.
Toodlepip,
Hobbes