textures are light

in the gap between now and what is not now

goodbye paddy's edge

another imprint on the inner monologue

a foreign looking face

this a party "award" pin... I bought it 10 years ago, I really should wear it someday, ironically?

man on the train

head cast down, liquid maiden whispering too loud in his ears

you see a window

i see the shadows on my soul

flames in the night

sparklers down by the river

waiting in the throng

flickers of flowers painted with fire, here and yet not, a smear on this moment; like moths to a flame, we gather to gaze at passing sparkles, jewels on the jaw of night quickly approaching

a moody day

rain falls on all that walk this world

halfway between worlds

another night on the stage

first summer kimonos of the season

flower, flower, burning bright

ready to roll out

kashiwa's portable shrine out on display

long time no see monkey island

remembering the mulberries that weren't here this time

your floor is my ceiling

blue danube

gateway recursion

i've taken this shot countless times but i can't skip it on my tour of memorable neighborhood spots

quiet street

i've always found a calm zen when i walk here

accidentally offensive

you really should mark pipes for construction with english readable letters, if you don't know english yourself

left right travel

either way is forward

conflicting ghosts

not meant to be enjoyed as an anaglyph

separated by the milkyway

love finds a way... kappadori is filled with streamers for tanabata

gonna miss you green bridge

fixtures of everyday life

wrath hath a name

it even looks trippy if you use red-cyan glasses, as intended

plugged in, zoned out

welcome to the future, we are all here but not here, portable portals for the mind held up to our faces, escaping

shrine with letters

not sure if I'm happy with this, but it is

rainy day substitute

it's wet and rainy today, but this sunny picture from a year ago is just as real

enter the portal

it's fascinating how a little in camera fakery can transfer a photo of a train platform and stairs to such an extreme degree

nothing but mist

time unfolds to reveal itself

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