gatekeepers

guarding the land of the unknown

waiting moon falls

out in ibaraki, early autumn air

practice makes perfect

two unknown people practice an old dance

many lines

some to cross and some to not

green grass

island in the heart of tokyo

waystations

on the way to eternity

stretched out at my feet

clouds stirred and moody

light bulb unlit

in a dirty defused night

paths walked down

the other day in ueno

peaceful face

a giant buddha without a body

heart of the tree

green island above

flower fireworks

along the path towards our destination

country roads

cycling in tsukuba

i stand alone

to be chopped down the very next day

summer not quite over

husk of what we were

inverted blue inside you

i could watch clouds forever and a day

meiji portal

from this world to that, with tree-fingers twisting in the sky-river

train watchers

on a late summer afternoon

dance the night away

awa odori dancers going at it

life's simple pleasures

blue skies and brown sugar dreams

nature path power

in oze national park

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