2/05/2008

wild boar hunter

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heavy snowfall -
his funeral
in black and white



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He lived in the valley next to ours, tending to a whole valley of terraced rice fields. And in winter, he was out there with his dogs and hunter friends, to get some of the wild boars that destroy so much of the local crops here ...




I have written about him here
. . . Wild Boars



Wild Boars right next to my home, 2005




. . . Read my Haiku Archives 2008


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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Excellent! A surreal painting, the combination of the haiku and your explanation ... thanks, Gabi.

Anonymous said...

.
spring sunshine -
remembering a friend
by the roadside



Look at the memorial in the LINK given.

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