sea of japan

moody weather near the end of the year

hello my friend

fuji sits quietly, with a winter hat on her plump head

two bridges

pulling us in either way, as the sky burns

the days of our lives

like a flower unfolding as winter wafts closer

last flame of fall

foliage fades

blue and yellow

rusty edges

up here, down there

buses and shadows play with the daylight filtering through my eyes

autumn shrine

spirits wandering

watching time roll away

one day cascading into the next in an endless parade of fading light

phallic tower

and related randomness

red burns green

back in japan, in time for the season

soft green seas

and empty beaches

up and away

where's the wind bringing me this time?

red dragonfly on a rope

in the day's dying light

dragon head falls

noisy bickering water flows

prison in your face

open house, locked doors

horizontal tree

a few silver days ago

monkey island

many times on you I've walked

along the path

buddha's tears of blood

watching me

blue, green, stage of blur

the red face of fuji

momentary flush as the day begins, mixed with dreams and past days yet to come

last of their kind

you don't often see yukata outside of summer, and the days of summer are already beginning to fade

blue heaven

i wanna float up there, summer days quickly rolling below my ever moving feet

summer walk

solitude accompanied by cicadas and the hot sun

field of green

fish versus birds

summer's grasp

again, a bath of heat

streamers in the night

inky void, two lovers divided by the milky way

stream of life

here's how it flows

loop of sunrises

i could stand in one spot and watch sunrises speed past me for years

garden of the mind

growing in silent slumber

fish out of water

the cycle of life

embrace the morning

trees looking like waves playing on a sand-sky

alone in the rain

sudden shower of plum rains

river flows

time continues on and on

lucky cat

watching over a rusting palace

cold city on a hot summer day

the colours lie, the thoughts mingle

connecting two separates points

some say we can all be bridges

you stood there

and wished the hill was a cage, to hold eternity

disconnect looming

discombobulated mornings

sitting under the shade of a tree

considering ants and their movements through time and space

hello old friend

not today, it's rainy today. this is gonna be the summer that bottle man is consumed

by the dawns early light

wings of sleep forsaken

artificial curvature

nondescript river on the edge of reason

blood red stars on a field of green

near akebono park with R and K

burning bright in the night

maker of words, mover of worlds

soft sliding sun

night fades to day like the friend that was always there until you realized they were gone

fractured prism

one of those days

light up the night

shibuya is a neon wonderland

everyone and the future

in the past, in the skyline of a forgotten city

faint memory

abstract representation of cherry blossoms that have flutter into the next year