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

land of the setting sun

thick clouds obscured everything but the falling disc

dancing feet of a friend

fluid and rigid, flexible and solid

memories of snow

a winter wind whispers fervently to mother earth "yes, yes, yes!" even though she often misunderstands the gusting echoes

pink and white

snow and blossoms

sudden snow

slow snow slumbering silently

toy town

tokyo station is new-old

wire cross

these are the various paths of our lives

something creepy

dolls can have a life of their own

eve of autumn

memory of rainbow falls

peekaboo castle

down in winter land

gate for the new year

another roll around the sun

duck river

in kyoto, frozen in time

dark glow

the station stands red in the night

rainy neon glow

love is bold, and then sold and then finally you get old

aristocratic darkness

the night sky is only differentiated from the land of the sleeping by a glowing mark swimming in drops from invisibly sad clouds

nature has a pattern

and it's not for us to know

view of taipei

I climbed a hill named elephant mountain and saw this skyline

ghosts on the street

visiting a random street in taipei

heading off to Taiwan

at the airport, ready for a week leap

eternity in a moment

the dance continues

bath culture

soak it all up

fire flower

an old shot from the memory bank

path to nowhere

yesterday's picture

nature's a powerful beast

among the withering wafting leaves of fall

darkness & moisture

step down that little know path

the remains of a castle photo

when enough tweaks and twists are applied to anything in life, nothing remains but the contorted ghost of what it was

saturated sauce

as if the sign was burned in my retinas

slice the night

cut so deep that you hear the stars weep

moody temple of the past

temporal time stream flows forward

under a bridge

looking straight

burn brightly

in the echoes of a forgotten flavor