A few more images from Miyodagani.

and one from otemachi station on my way there.

Wandering around the narrow streets of Myodagani today, there was the

pleasant mix of old, and new.  The rusted, forgotten storefront the size of a

phone both and 2 brightly colored umbrellas drying in the blazing Tokyo summer

sun.

Ichikawa, Chiba is an endless source

of abstractions for me.

Some out take from a photo shoot a few years ago.

need to post more on line. when i can.

a taste of more to come . . .

By the way, this man produces the finest coffee i have had in tokyo.

if you are in the harajuku area, find his shop.

Happiness is what we all want.

We seek it out, we neglect our own happiness.

We all need to go out and find a tranquility and happiness.

Happiness can be simple.

Getting a roll of film back from the developers.

Waking up an hour later than usual.

Treating yourself to a nice cup of coffee.

If the simple things make you happy, think about

something that could be life changing would.

I so look forward to that stroll on Friday afternoons.  The week is pretty  much over, the stresses

that built up over the week dissipate as I wander the backstreets back to Ichikawa station.  The rust, the decay, the faded signs, all soothe my soul.

No stress, only pure joy.

till the next time. .  .    .       .

Speed makes me smile too.

Not as much as the sound of a Hasselblad shutter going ka-chunk.

Random little beauties found on my walk in the neighborhood.

The rain came down all day long, but paused long enough

for me to make my journey back home.  The sun was strong,

yet the tones were mellow, as the sun’s rays bounced off the

atmosphere.

It was watching me.

Revisited of the Fragmented Self Portrait, this time

in full blown color.

No not really my house.  More from the center of Tokyo, but on this gloomy rainy day,

I felt I needed a bit of blue sky.