The smell of wet spruce

The smell of wet spruce, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.

Air so fragrant fresh
The smell of wet spruce lingers
After sudden rain

© Thorsten Becker



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20. May 2009 – 12:45 | By Thorsten | Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , | Comments (8)

8 Comments

  • Juliette R. wrote:
    20. May 2009 at 14:43

    ooh. like this one. very nice.

    makes me think of the smell of wet con­crete and how it lingers too. but mainly makes me think of sum­mers in the Adiron­dacks — which is far bet­ter. thanks for a moment of pleas­ant thoughts!

  • Thorsten wrote:
    22. May 2009 at 00:45

    Thank you Juli­ette. I do like the smell of wet con­crete or brick side­walks as well, espe­cially after a hot sum­mer day when every­thing is cooled down and drenched by a swift thun­der­storm; there is this kind of sparkle in the air, espe­cially in the city.

    Thank you too yael, very much appre­ci­ate it.

  • yael wrote:
    21. May 2009 at 14:37

    just wow… really awe­some… I love your photo!

    yael´s last blog post..I want to dive into you

  • matt at shadow of iris wrote:
    25. May 2009 at 19:57

    What a lovely invocation.

    matt at shadow of iris´s last blog post..harpies

  • mchen wrote:
    26. May 2009 at 14:35

    Lovely shot and thoughts. It took me awhile, but I finally fig­ured out that the last few entries are all haiku — also brings me back to high school and strug­gling with writ­ing them. All good things…

    mchen´s last blog post..Leonard Cohen is a bully

  • Thorsten wrote:
    26. May 2009 at 22:15

    Thank you Emily. I’ve been a great admirer of Japan­ese cul­ture for years, really enjoy their aes­thetic and take on life. Haikus to me embody the essence of it all, see­ing some­thing, expe­ri­enc­ing a moment or feel­ing, mostly in direct con­nec­tion with nature and the sea­sons, and then express­ing it with pre­cisely the right and absolute nec­es­sary words. I recently pur­chased sev­eral vin­tage haiku books (Eng­lish trans­la­tions) and am try­ing to learn and practice.

  • Lana wrote:
    15. June 2009 at 19:16

    Ich kann es auch riechen, wenn ich mir das Bild anschaue. Schönes Foto.

  • Jennifer Rai wrote:
    3. July 2009 at 21:25

    Gor­geous pho­tog­ra­phy. This is my first visit to your blog, I love it.

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