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Downtown Ellsworth, a historic theater, two blocks both side of shops and offices.


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A different view of the view of Mount Desert Island that people pay so much to see either with summer homes or visiting.


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The view


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Cities
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Large and small,
I would think that
most would think of
big cities with
huge buildings and
lots of stores and
restaurants.
.
My city,
Ellsworth, Maine,
has 7,000 +
people.
two blocks of downtown,
and the big boxes at the
edge of two small malls.
.
It is called the
Crossroads of Downeast Maine,
because you have to go thru
here to go anywhere “there”.
One has to ignore…
if you know the way,
the strip of stores
that I fear will string
from Bangor to Bar Harbor
one day,
right thru my tiny city
by the ocean.
.
I have tasted the
“real” cities
that people speak of,
that I long to visit,
and then come back
to my tiny city by
the ocean.
.
My life living on the
outskirts of Tokyo
and Yokohama,
was a fantasy life,
unusual houses,
a view of Mt Fuji
from my driveway.
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Stores with signs
I couldn’t read,
with foods I wasn’t
supposed to buy.
Kimonos,
black lacquer ware,
tatami’s
and brocades.
.
Medieval castles
from long ago,
samueri and emperors,
sumo wrestlers,
Geisha’s and warlords
memories of the past.
.
Modern day
adults and children
celebrate
special days and holidays,
visiting the temples
in their finest
visiting the temples
reminders of the past.
.
Old San Juan
was much the same,
El Morro Castle
and a trip to the past,
as one walks thru
the cobble stone streets.
The narrow streets,
wrought iron fences,
adorned with flowers,
BUT
I must admit,
my favorite memory
was my visit to
the Bacardi factory,
the day the bottler
thru bottles
everywhere !
.
The Rain Forest,
with a giant waterfall,
lush greenery,
pristine beaches with
palm trees
and flowers I’d only
seen in photos
before.
.
I dream of trips to
Paris,
to Amsterdam,
to Greece
and
Tuscany.
Then back
to my little city
by the ocean.
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photos: Saradunn 2011

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Photo: visiting myself....TPOS<br /><br /><br />
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Isolatation~ hepatitis<br /><br /><br />
Puerto Rico, far from base<br /><br /><br />
new baby with his mom<br /><br /><br />
El Morro Castle painted<br /><br /><br />
bittersweet memory<br /><br /><br />
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Sigrid (Butler) Saradunn<br /><br /><br />
(c) 1971 painting<br /><br /><br />
Castillo San Felipe del Morro<br /><br /><br />
Old San Juan, P.R.

Sigrid (Butler) Saradunn  (c)  1971 painting. Private collection
Castillo San Felipe del Morro
Old San Juan, P.R.

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prompt: a place you inhabit when you are not there: “visiting yourself”

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Yesterday after the beautiful haiku event, 
we stopped at the Colonnade Art Gallery in Pasadena. 
To visit our friends at the opening of an exhibit, 
and also to “visit myself”. 
My haiga art, images, and journals there while I am gone

How have you created a physical space 
that you can be “visited’ in this way? 
I am thinking of a temporary or permanent location, 
where, for at least a time, your presence is felt, 
when you are not there? 
What tangible spaces do you create, 
or inhabit that “embody” yourself ? 
Where can you “visit yourself” in this way? 
Your garden? 
Of course there is the “book” 
which is of course a tangible object 
where you can visit yourself. 
Even a journal publication make tangible the experiences ) 
Often we’ve left markers in places, 
carvings in a tree or sidewalk, 
that we can revisit, art objects, 
and even our old homes, 
(even without a plaque, 
can be known and visited by others) 
When we create a public space, 
like my daughter’s spa in Santa Barbara, 
“Colleen Elizabeth” –she can be visited there… 
and visit herself! 
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How do you create a physical space to represent you 
when you are not there? 
Are their favorite places others have created 
that embody and carry their “presence” 
that especially impress you? 
How would you like to do it, 
even if not yet done? 
Can you embody it with specifics in your tanka?  
……………………………..Kathabela Wilson

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prompt … visiting myself…my response
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Isolatation~ hepatitis
Puerto Rico, far from base
new baby with Dad’s mom
El Morro Castle painted
bittersweet memory
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(c) 1971 Phosphorescent Bay painting
8″ x 10 oil on canvas panel
painting Sally Ann Rinker
San Juan, Puerto Rico
The first painting I ever purchased.
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Sally Rinker was leading a class of Navy 
Wives in a painting group and I loved this painting. 
She had not idea how she got the colors that day, 
and so I bought the painting. 
She sent the money to her mother who contributed it 
a charity that fed hungry American Indian children.
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Old San Juan

Phosphorescent Bay ~ ~ 

Frozen PinaColadas
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written for facebook page.

NaHaiWriMo facebook site encourages

other than the standard 5-7-5 haiku forms.

It is a place to  have fun, play creatively,

experiment, try something new, practice

writing haiku daily.


Downtown Bangor, two blocks, both sides of stores, offices, and a restored historic theater

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The view of Mount Desert Island in the distance that people spend millions on building house to view.

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A different view from Hancock, ME.. of Mount Desert Island that people pay so much to see either with building expensive summer homes or visiting and camping or staying in motels.


A different view from Hancock, ME.. of Mount Desert Island
that people pay so much to see either with building
expensive summer homes, visiting and camping
or staying in motels.
.

Cities
.
Large and small,
I would think that
most would think of
big cities with
huge buildings and
lots of stores and
restaurants.
.
My city,
Ellsworth, Maine,
has 7,000 +
people.
two blocks of downtown,
and the big boxes at the
edge of two small malls.
.
It is called the
Crossroads of Downeast Maine,
because you have to go thru
here to go anywhere “there”.
One has to ignore…
if you know the way,
the strip of stores
that I fear will string
from Bangor to Bar Harbor
one day,
right thru my tiny city
 by the ocean.
.
I have tasted the
“real” cities
that people speak of,
that I long to visit,
and then come back
to my tiny city by
the ocean.
.
My life living on the
outskirts of Tokyo
and Yokohama,
was a fantasy life,
unusual houses,
a view of Mt Fuji
from my driveway.
.
Stores with signs
I couldn’t read,
with foods I wasn’t
supposed to buy.
Kimonos,
black lacquer ware,
tatami’s
and brocades.
.
Medieval castles
from long ago,
samueri and emperors,
sumo wrestlers,
Geisha’s and warlords
memories of the past.
.
Modern day
adults and children
celebrate
special days and holidays,
visiting the temples
in their finest 
kimonos,
reminders of the past.
.
Old San Juan
was much the same,
El Morro Castle
and a trip to the past,
as one walks thru
the cobble stone streets.
The narrow streets,
wrought iron fences,
adorned with flowers,
BUT
I must admit,
my favorite memory
was my visit to
the Bacardi factory,
the day the bottler
thru bottles
everywhere !
.
The Rain Forest,
with a giant waterfall,
lush greenery,
pristine beaches with
palm trees
and flowers I’d only
seen in photos
before.
.
I dream of trips to
Paris,
to Amsterdam,
to Greece
and
Tuscany.
Then back
to my little city
by the ocean.
.
.