warped perspective

they say words are mangled in dreams but not in mine; words are wondrous whales swimming softly in the depths of my dark mind's slowly draining ocean

away enough and time

walking weakly while wandering wistfully

ace of base

I saw the sign

guitar samurai on the train

with this surreal image I thought it was only fair to play with the idea of image framing, so this is oddly framed

watching us

final gasp plasticized

wayside flowers

a smile in appreciate of fragile transcendent moments

retracted lantern

waiting for one of three portable god-shrines at the sanja festival

unlit lantern

a sleepless mind leads to a chaotic image selection, words speak louder

symbolic buddha

to become what is not, what is everything, to unbecome

the wall

theres a door if you can find it

red wash tree of time

a couple years old this photo sees new life

springs here again

carp streamers and sky tree tower

ghost park

graves of many faces of the past

mundane is beautiful

everyday I see the train and so far everyday has been a new day

civilized stalagmites

growing and glowing organically amongst the human-weeds

power platform

green scene at a station

spring darkness

what was will be and what will be was

every bird has it's cage

some are seen some are unseen

night of the cherry blossoms

pink shards of crystalline pedals pushed against the inky night sky

energy in a bottle

in case of a rapidly disintegrating life, search for a genie in a bottle

pink tears smudged on a heartless blue

at the shrine near my current abode

Bear Up On a Rice Paddy Shrine

such a beautiful sunny day today

foxes foxes

local shrine at night

ghost of seasons past

hardly spring weather yet and the early bloomers are already out

it's Buddhist

lantern in asakusa, an old shot

sprinkler sprinkler

send me your water, pure and great

new visage?

broken seams seem strange

too much to drink

i enjoy how this man had too much to drink, but he still had the cultural sense to take off his shoes before curling up on the train seats

smear of rainy blue

here I am again and again, and yet once again

simplified representation of the universe

in all it's glory, the one true fact, a growing glow below and above, within and without, existing beyond existence

snow day

falling fast, on waves of bitter wind, cutting through angrily quiet air

misty faces

my camera spazzed out while I was hanging out with some friends, but I enjoyed the blur

secret diary

I don't know this person (so I suppose this is a bit voyeur-ish) but I enjoyed the contrast of the frantic scribbling of notes pressed against a vivid red polka dot bag.

kudakajima

in an island country on an island near an island

fire safety

nothing special, just an instruction label

kadomatsu season begins

decorate for the holidays

puzzle of fall leaves

fall leaves quietly one day, where she went nobody except the winter wind knows

fall in the neighborhood

orange crown around lucky cat

seasonal yellow gold

nothing last forever

first of the fall fire

burning up a park near my house

just a random city center

in Mimomi as sun melts

good morning sunshine

blurry whiteout on the tracks of life

cross-cultural rhythm

it's some sort of street festival in kashiwa

married couple

eating BBQ and. Enjoying life

we are but shadows on a wall

small shrine snuggled behind a fence

blue sky becoming red

smooth, water, river flowing

repetitive nature of the place

a bit of a project to see how many views i can conjure of my daily transfer station

sacred animal statue

the scrotum is traditionally enlarged unrealistically. This an old photo I never uploaded before

these feet were made for walking

and that's just what they'll do

lucky cat, lucky cat

gimmie some of your luck