My photo
My pictures are images of me. The photos were taken in the sixties and seventies, the senryu is from a time circa 2010 when I was recovering from brain surgery. Life is great now. I also post to https://www.instagram.com/lynn.mason/?hl=en

I Ching - Modesty


Who am I?

Every photo I take is a self-portrait.
—Unknown

All the World's a Stage

Design today's face.
Create another tomorrow
—always keep the world guessing.

Pursuit

Wishing for enough time
 to learn it all—just gotta keep running.

Out of Body

Roam the world.
Awaken still safely rooted
—my unconfined soul.

Destiny foretold

Prematurely aged—shadows on weathered rock.

Gates

Locked out of life,
another friend died today
  —solitary passage.

Wind?

I feel her warm hug.
Probably only the wind
     —she died last week.

Unfinished conversations

Three friends died this week.
  Empty chairs around the table
       —I miss their laughter.

Is there an elevator?

How high is heaven?
Express ride—or a long climb?

Do I get to choose?

As above, so below

Too much sameness.
     Is this all there is?

Tick tock






















   Time and time again
Pieces of my cuckoo clock remade—going in circles

Too much time

Every day the same.
Waiting for something, anything
 —doing nothing.
   

Mayfair Man

Prospects unlimited.

Bleak morning


Salty fog muffles the grumbling sea—no diving today

Divers

Judy & Doug at Salt Point

Boots

Tired soles abandoned.
     he runs barefoot through fields
  —pursuing his soul.

At Mike Geisler's

All the philosophy of life is in the labels.

Koan Solved

One hand clapping
Patting myself on the back—
Buddha gives the finger

Power Trip


Ancient truck passing
Its sounds shape the road—
What do my sounds shape?

Chrysalis Crumbles.

Breaking free the woman emerges

—end of  childhood.


Soaring

Look out world, here I come

Forgotten Friends

I used to know them—now all I have are these traces of silver.

Royal Sunset Rose

My first photograph for College of Marin class

Mike Geisler's Chandelier

barrel hoops and bottles

No more darkroom.

 Solitary pleasure
of creating in darkness over,

   —Lightroom came today

Photographic 'I'

At the core of each image  —a reflection of me.

Lynn's brain revealed

If anyone asks, this is what the inside of my skull looks like.

Character Manifest

Roads of life charted on a map of misery—drawn with trails of pain.

Test Ride

Moving on up

Don't Go Near the Water

 Watch Me!









       



Watch Out!





Tee Hee

Peek-a-boo!