Haiku | 俳句
Winter solitude
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
- Matsuo Bashō
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In temple's hush, snow descends with grace,
White whispers veil each sacred space.
Silent echoes of ancient prayer,
Blanketed by winter's tender care.
Through frosted gates, lanterns glow,
Casting shadows soft and low.
Amidst the chill, a tranquil shrine,
Where solitude and peace entwine.
Each flake a verse in nature's ode,
In white, the temple finds abode.
A sanctuary in wintry night,
Where spirits dance in pure moonlight.
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- Artist: Ilan Derech
- Piece: "Shiro | 白 (White)"
- Year: 2024
- Location: Hirosaki (弘前市), Japan
- Technique: Composite Cinematography
- Equipement: Leica Q2
