If you have lost your key, you need to think seriously and try to find it again.  What is your key anyways?  Have you discovered it yet?  or are you still looking?

Hmmmm, more questions than answers today.

I went on a mission to find all the MOZE tags that I could in Kasai on Saturday.  I usually don’t take pictures of only graffiti, but I think because this writer is active in my neighborhood, I decided to give him some props.

I dig the style os his simple MOZE four letter tag.  Usually placed in a nice inconspicuous place.  He tends to write with white spray paint, but not always.

I was on a mission, and I will continue to hunt for the tags.  It is a visual collection for me.  Enjoy the mad graffiti bomber of Kasai.

All of life we seem to separate and fragment into their individual elements.  We try so hard to distinguish between, life, work, and our spiritual pursuits.

The way I see the world though my lens, is that the elements are fragmented, but only because we choose not to see the way in which they are all interconnected with everything else in our life, and the world that surrounds us.

All the fragments merge together to create the collage that we all assemble as individuals called life.  These bits and fragments form the synapses of our being.  As we step though the world new ones are created while some decay into forgotten memories.

fragmented, divided, or collaged?

We must choose how we will view the world.

I was enjoying my stroll on the way to bus stop.  Stopping and clicking with my camera whenever the urge hit me.  A shot of something fallen over in a window display, some golden kanji painted on the door of a barbershop.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye an old man with a bright red shirt, kind of checking me out. I haven’t always had the best of luck with older Japanese men on the street in Japan before, so I was on my guard.

But, this time was different. He wanted to me to take his picture.  He stuck this boxing pose and I snapped it with my ricoh.

He then chatted me up for a minute telling me where are the best spots to shoot Mt.  Fuji.  He also mentioned that there are elaborate paintings of Mt. Fuji at the Sento (Public Bath House).  Which I already knew.

It turned out to be a nice little chat, and he shook my hand when we went our separate ways.

Knocked out!!

Fire, fire, fire is on my brain, and the random interconnected images that make of my stream of consciousness for the day.

The weather is back to being completely schizophrenic.  It can not make up it’s mind whether it is spring, summer or as it felt today, winter.  The skies went purple for a minute before the heavens opened up and poured.  Might need to pull out that extra blanket I put away a few weeks ago.

Things appeared in a new light as I made my way around.  There were unique little details.  Like the ghostly impression of Mt. Fuji that appeared on a no bicycle sign.  It was there today, but I had never seen it before, or was it just an illusion.

A perfectly placed staple, on a simple plain whitish paper.  Just there.  Just waiting in the quiet late spring rain.

Then there was the poster that was hung outside of a junior high school warning the youths to take action to prevent the spread of the flu and other viruses.  We all can see what someone really thought of this sign.

Little notes all imaged in Kasai and Shin Urayasu.

More to Come

This is the story of the mini jumbo jet and a rubber boot.  Both items lost in the hustle and bustle of Japan.  Both are waiting for the owner to return.  They sit, it silence and see what is to become of them.

In the meantime I lugger my umbrella around all day and the only thing that fell was the temperature!　　Oh well, I guess the rain will come soon enough.

I would like to ask this question, “Can the wind produce muted light?”  I do not have the answer to this question, only that it is an interesting question to ask.

The wind was blowing hard all day today.  If were living in a house made of straw I would have had to run for cover.  The light just seemed to be perfectly diffused as I made my way back to the station.  The colors seemed more alive.  The shadows were less harsh, even though the sun was out in full force.

It never ends. The search goes on and on.  Every time we think we reach the end of one goal, another will take its place.

Searching the world for our voice is a continual struggle.  Never being completely satisfied.  Always wanting to do more, to say more, or to push it one step beyond.

Explore our world!

The sun shone high in the sky on Saturday.  There was as much pollen floating around the air as there was sunshine.  Though some vicious sneezing I managed to get a few pictures clicked off.

There can be drawn some lines between the seemingly random collection of images from Saturday.  How to they all connect with each other.  A garden that had several banana trees and the ripped, torn, blowing in te wind poster of a politrickster.

I will allow you to draw your own lines.  Try to follow the dots and see what you can come up with.

Click, click, sneeze!