Haiku My Heart: Rialto



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Haiku: From Across the Canal


tourists pause as night
settles over Rialto
reflections dazzle


Comments

A Bit of the Blarney said…
Really lovely picture and I did enjoy your haiku...Thank you for the invitation!! Cathy
July 30, 2010 at 4:05 AM
Spadoman said…
They dazzle all right. Wonderful photo, full of life. Good descriptive Haiku. Nice job!

Peace.
July 30, 2010 at 4:20 AM
rebecca said…
you.
dazzle...my heart!
this picture, that moment, your words.
great encouragement to practice the art of being present.

thanks meri...
July 30, 2010 at 4:33 AM
*jean* said…
fabulous! what a great shot to share...
July 30, 2010 at 5:52 AM
deb did it said…
dazzling reflections...I love this
July 30, 2010 at 7:09 AM
Delphyne said…
That picture is a postcard waiting to be made and sent! How gorgeous!
July 30, 2010 at 7:26 AM
Sarah said…
I love it! Beautiful picture too.
July 30, 2010 at 12:50 PM
paper-n-soul said…
The photo is reminiscent of a beautiful, old world painting. Perfect words 'reflect' the image.

~Deb
July 30, 2010 at 4:57 PM
noellerenee said…
Meri, the photograph is so rich with color and light--ambers and blues Even Rembrandt would have been proud. Lovely Haiku to accompany an extraordinary photo. I too have joined the ranks.
Noelle
July 30, 2010 at 8:55 PM
Deann LMFT said…
oh how beautiful. Maybe it will fill my dreams with travel.
July 30, 2010 at 11:12 PM
Naquillity said…
gorgeous photo and the haiku is perfect for the moment.

loved your photos & explanation of intimid below. hope all is well.
July 31, 2010 at 5:22 AM
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