Lost Your Key?

Monday, May 31st, 2010

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.

Lost Key Kasai 02

Lost Hot Wheels' Wheel

Lost Key Kasai 01

I’m MOZE Crazy in Kasai

Sunday, May 30th, 2010

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.

Moze, Throw Up Graffiti, Kasai Tokyo

Moze Tag, Electrical Box, Nishi Kasai Tokyo

Moze Tag, Oil Drum, Kasai Tokyo

Moze Tag, Wall, Kasai Tokyo

Kasai, Tag

Moze Tag, Dumpster, Kasai Tokyo

Fragmented into it’s Elements, or Not?

Saturday, May 29th, 2010

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.

Can't Stop Art, Version III

Urbanized Tree

Red Ku

Smiling at the Concrete

Slash Slashing Slashed

The Boxer of Narashino, by Knock Out

Friday, May 28th, 2010

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!!

Boxer of Narashino City

Fire, Fire, Fire, on my Brain, and Other Things

Friday, May 28th, 2010

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

Fire, Fire, Fire, on my Brain

Red Yellow Tango

Behind the Golden Curtrain

Yellow with a Twist

Fuji is NOT Here and Other Urban Notes

Thursday, May 27th, 2010

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

Mt. Fuji is NOT Here

The Rest of It (会)

Kiss My Big Influenza

In Its Proper Place

The Mini Jumbo Jet and a Rubber

Wednesday, May 26th, 2010

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.

Lost Mini Jumbo Jet

Ten Ten Ten [点 点 点] . . .

U Lost Blue Rainboot

Can Wind Produce Muted Light?

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

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.

Awning Window Wall Lamp

Window Collage

Off the Top of the Dome

Disjunctive Pole

Monday, May 24th, 2010

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!

Disjuncted Line

Shimmering with Green Line and Patch

Forgotten Hanger and Sobu Line

Saturday: Sun is High and The Camera Clicks

Sunday, May 23rd, 2010

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!

Urban Banana Patch, Kasai, Edogawa-ku Tokyo

Can't Patch Over Lover, Blue Heart

Folded Up in Non-Truth

Scratching Iron

Torn Mouth, Plastic Smile

Urban Space Step Details

Saturday, May 22nd, 2010

The stroll around the little red light district behind Tsudanuma station yielded some macro treasure.  Some up close urbanized details of a city that is in flux.  An every changing landscape filled with oxidizing metals, faded stickers and lights that strain the eyes.  Into this urban space I step.  Into this urban swirl I play, live and rest.

Rest, those weary eyes, so that your soul can open and retain it’s former glory.

Power Blue

Rumple Cornerskin

R Sticker Slap

Oxidizing Lost Necklace

Blue Criss Cross Swirl

30 Degrees in the Sun

Friday, May 21st, 2010

The sun came out with a vengeance today.  After a few days of rain the mercury hit a high of about 30 degrees Celsius or 87 degrees Fahrenheit.  Not a record breaker yet, but it could be a sign of a long hot summer to come.

I was able to enjoy some of the sunshine on my face as I wandered around Tsudanuma in the long afternoon shadows of this late spring day.  Finding what little treasure that lay ahead.  Those backstreets where the red light district meets quiet suburbs.  All nestled in between the tracks and the asphalt.  All trying to find the space to breathe.

Houses in such a state of decay that no one lives in them anymore.  Store fronts so faded there is only a hint of their vivid past.

Wander, loose one’s self.

Find those treasures.

What ever they might be hiding.

Nobody is Home, I Think

Steps, Meters, and Bars

Chained Off, Break the Chains

Double Throne in White

And Then Our Eyes Met

Shooting Umbrellas in Chiba

Thursday, May 20th, 2010



I must sound like a broken record, it seems to rain so much, and it isn’t even officially the rainy season yet.  The is a beauty to the rain.  It cleans the town, it makes the grass, trees, so green, and then there are the wonderful umbrellas that pop out at the first sign of rain.

Bang, bang, Click CLICK….

here we go, again, again.

Rain Ain't Nothing to do but Smile

Walking, Cylcling all with Umbrellas

Forgotten Clear Vinyl Umbrella

Looking at Me in the Rain

Step Up to Orange and Open the Door

Wednesday, May 19th, 2010

The weather turned foul today.  Rain and wind prevented my camera from making an appearance today.  These shots are from the lovely Tuesday.  So, step up to the orange, open the door, open the window, and admire the beauty of nature versus man.  Nature of course will win this round.

Step, Step, Step

Door in a Minor Blue

A Wall is Only Concrete and Steel

Window with Aloe and Bricks

Barbershop Never Made Me Look So Fabulous

Tuesday, May 18th, 2010

My daily stroll after finishing up my day under the blue and windy skies was beautiful.  The air was warm as it whipped around my body.  I came across an old barbershop’s rotating pole that was no longer rotating.  I was interested in the abstracted lines, and colors of the stepped like pole.  I was amazed to discover once I got on my computer that my own self image had been merged with that of the barbershop’s pole.  I hate to say it but that Barber sure made me look fantastic.

Fragmented Barbershop Self

Lost Something

Thinking About Pockets

Rusty Nail CoCo

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