rain drizzle train

out in the countryside where the green grass grows

first summer bug

semi-lucid cicada

another look at the same

wide angle view; I see this train platform every day, even blogged it before, but it was especially clear yesterday

at the beach

near misaki in kanagawa

obon dancers

zoom out better view

in a circle on a square

neighborhood old ladies dance for obon

hot summer days

sun will melt the platform

standing quietly

love the bib

moss basin

little dragon peeping out

narrow platform

these are the nights of our lives

beyond here and now

something something the direction wind blows

forest of the mind

lodge it in an old rock shrine

in memorandum of those not here

at a rural temple near shasui falls

rainy day blues

train rerouted, and thunder a rumblin'

freedom in the rain

dancing to the rhythm of his own drum (at the harajuku jamaica festival)

dance of the night

curled fingers of somber amber run quietly from the hazy glow of humans

shadow of a soul

I like how umbrella lady looks painted on the wall

last of the hydrangeas

on a moody weather day

tremble mighty fortresses

construction sites in big cities have a delicious touch of vishnu

sparrow's tears

fallen to earth, a mortal flung among us

words to live by

the frog [in the well] doesn't see the vast ocean. A unique twist (the phrasing is slightly different.) at a somewhat local temple.

Love it!

tactile textures

moss on cement

kaleidoscopic people

an old lady twirling forever in a psychedelic lens that I could watch forever

land of the raising sun

by dawn's early light

memories of other places

superimposed in several layers

minamisenju portable god

in the shadow of the spire

ghosts

before the rain

statue of silence

born of yesteryear

brace the minutes

as they slide away

reclaimed by nature

slowly creeping over the past

orange smear

waiting for a train in the jungle

step into green

stone lantern alone

spirit of the moment

fox flows from the side of the road

when you're the only one blooming

that feeling you've had

bag snatchers

warning abstracted into lines

typical to unique

what I used to see everyday becomes rare when my life shifts

time is an omnidirectional river

dawn's early light

a morning scorned is a lesson learned

could walk here forever

zoshigaya cemetery beckons me

goodbye spring

another spin around the sun

sweet morning

take me away

hot bath at the riverside

on the edge of yesterday

finding nowhere

cold quiet isolated duo

wooden gate in a grove

in nagoya's atsuda jingu the other day

a trillion eyeballs on the surface of the sun

or maybe it's just boiling water in a pan

food for thought

sometimes a bowl of ramen is just a bowl of ramen, with no other meaning

motion notion

does that result in a blank post with no content or a vibrant night twinkle?

metaphorical flower

spring creeps in

stubborn memories

red and night

first glimpse of spring

a few days ago, on a walk near a maximum security detention center