Bring for the First Sheaths of the Harvest

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

I have been thinking about this a lot these days.  That in ancient times the first fruits of the harvest were given over to the priest of the the temple to be offered.  We have lost touch with our roots and connection to the land.  When do we plant, when do we harvest has all been lost to those that live in the metropolises of today.

I struggle to find those connections being a city dweller myself.  I maintain a simple patio garden filled with fruit and spice plants.  I have re committed myself to tending my plants more closely this year as a way to keep some connection with the biorhythms of the earth.

Keep on finding that connection.  Take care of your garden.  You are the master of the fields if you choose to be.

The First Sheaths of Grain

Half and Half

Tile by Tile they Built

Lost Braid in a Square Circle

Rain Kicks off the Rainy Season

Monday, June 14th, 2010

The rainy season in the Tokyo area officially started today, and as if by clockwork the skies opened up and it has been raining all day.  Im not a big fan of the rainy season because it limits my ability to stroll around and take lots of flicks.  However, I still try to get out there and get some.  So these are my welcome images for the rainy season.

May it bring enough rain to water the crops, and fill the reservoirs, but not so much that it cause flooding.

Rain, rain, rain…

Window Earth Tilt

Rainy New Day

Storm

The Banana Peel

A Broom Should Always Look this Good

Sunday, June 13th, 2010

I had to venture to the heart of Edogawa Ward to have my free yearly health check.  I love that there is some preventive medicine practiced in Japan.  It might not be perfect, but it is better than none at all.

The temperature peaked at about 32 yesterday.  Quite hot for June, but at least it was dry and in the shade it was perfect summer weather.  After the check I wandered alongside a shaded stream a little light headed from the lack of food, and the blood sample given.  I love looking at the simple structures and constructs that people have created for themselves and their community.  There were places to sit, things to climb on and back doors with everything all decayingly tidy.  A sort of wabi sabi attitude in the hot dry air.

This is the Tokyo that I have come to respect.  The endless winding streets, were everything at first glance looks the same as everywhere else.  Train your mind and your eye to work in unison to see something uniquely beautiful.

Tokyo, rust, concrete and wood.

Box Door Broom

Second Past the Hand

Got Your Nut

Plaything

Yellow Roof Exhaust

Square, Doll, Circle and other Randomless Connections

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

Yes, she does.  She’s had enough hot air being spilled by the tricksters out there in the world.  Even though she is lost, she isn’t LOST.  She still fully comprehends her situation.  She knows what is to be must be, and that she can change only those things that she can control.

Live it up, enjoy the simple pleasure of a circle, square, and a couple of dots.  Enjoy the elegant beauty of a heart that is screaming out for attention.  Hey look at me I’ve got heart too.

Enjoy, live it up to the fullest.  Each and every single day.

Lost Doll and the Bokeh Politrickster

Scratch My Heart, Hope to Live

Push, the Key

Square, Rectangle, Circle, Dot, Dot

World Cup Dreams circa 2002

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

As the World Cup kicked off yesterday, my thoughts went back to an essay I had written for the 2002 World cup that was held in Japan and Korea.  To put the thoughts below into a mind frame context I had written the essay about seven months after the events of September 11.  Because this was written before I had a blog iI sent this out as an email blast to friends, family and colleagues.

Again my thoughts return to the countries coming together on the pitch.  A place where the poorest most backwards country can play their hearts out against the Goliaths of the world on a level pitch.  I am no way a spots fanatic.  However, since there is the World Series in America, in which only America and Canada get to play in, I have got to give some big time respect to the countries of the world playing in the cup, including America.

The original story from 2002 is below.

Soccer Ball of What Never Was, World Cup Dreams

Written in 2002 by Jacob Schere

I’m definitely not what you would call a sportsman.  I never grew up watching or playing sports.  When I am asked “what sports  do you like?” my answer is “NONE.”  However, this is changing due to the success of the American World Cup team.  As most of you know I’m often very critical of America and its ways. Lets just say that it’s a love hate relationship that we have.  I have especially been harsh surrounding the September 11 events.

I’ll will always be the first to point out some political injustice, however I have always supported the underdog on the pitch.   Now I feel this underdog spirit in the form of pride coming from a point which I thought didn’t exist in my body.  America has finally been able to compete in the world of football. [ only here in Japan and America is it called Soccer ]  The critics of the American game said they wouldn’t make it out of the first round, but they did.  Other armchair coaches said the Americans would never beat Mexico and the score was 2-0.   The team fought a well organized match against Germany; however, the score was 1-0 in Germany’s favor.   The world is looking at American soccer differently now.  As the world is looking differently at American soccer I am also looking at America a little differently.

Today I feel a little better about being an American.  Not so much because America won some tough matches at the World Cup, but because of the spirit and great team play of the players on the team.  A team that I can take pride in because of its diversity.  The names on the team reflect the nature of America itself. Names like Donovan,  Friedel, the captain Reyna, Cherundolo, Jones are out on the Pitch and in essence truly represent the make up of the country.  All shades, different backgrounds, however, one team on the pitch.  I know that I’ll continue to have my love hate relationship with the motherland, but deep inside my spirit I’ll have the 2002 Korea/Japan World Cup that helped me to come a little closer to understanding some of the better things about America.

Experiencing this World Cup in Japan has helped to see that the world is a beautiful place.  We can’t only think about the evil that is being done in the world. There are glimmers, and diamonds of goodness.    All one has to do is to open their eyes and see things clearly for the first time.  Now if only we can get the nations of the world to settle their differences on the pitch instead of with guns.

please feel free to write me back with any questions, or comments.

lots of respect from Japan

Jacob

Lucid Communication

m2c

Drfiting of to a Metallic Daydream

Friday, June 11th, 2010

As he drifts of to sleep, will he dream of electric orange sunflowers ever reaching for the sun’s energies?  Will the squeaky rusts slow the eyelids, drooping down.  Grinding against the steel as the asphalt melts a sea of prairie grass swaying in the summer breeze.

I do wonder about these things.

Only the metallic one knows for sure.

Drfiting of to a Metallic Daydream

Drfiting of to a Metallic Daydream

Random Thoughts of a Summer Day

Friday, June 11th, 2010

The sun shone high for a little bit today, but soon to the relief of many the clouds rolled in and the light dimmed.  The tones, and hues really began to pop.  The shadows lengthened as the sun began to set.

A lovely early summer day.

I hope we have more like today before the terrible muggy rainy weather hits.

Think positive thoughts, and enjoy the bounty of summer.

Rusted Corner of Our Day

Yellow Path to Your Dreams

Half a One and Zero

Sometimes We Just Need some Love and Rust

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

It has been one of those days.  Exhausted beyond belief.  The sun is beating down, feet are tired, but to see some LOVE out in the town was beautiful.

Bus Stop Love

Blue Star 365

I Really Love Bus Stops

South Wall

Wrinkle in My Time

Lost in the Rain

Wednesday, June 9th, 2010

The rain finally came down today.  I guess it is a hint at the rainy season that is to come in the next week or so.  The tiny drops flowed from the clouds, and I watched as the pools gathered on rooftops across the city.

A lost monkey in the rain struggling to turn his smirk into a smile.  A bicycle key tucked behind some wire and paired with a silver gum wrapper.  A beautiful blue umbrella gently hung on a fence.  All lost in the rain, waiting for the skies to open and let the sunshine pour out.  When the sun shines hopefully they will find their way to their rightful owners.

Don’t forget your umbrellas.

Xylish Lost 555 Key

Rainy Lost Monkey, Come on Smile

Dusty Finger Machine

S and Lost Blue Umbrella

Under Overcast Skies

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010

It has been threatening to rain all day today.  The skies remained grey and full of the temptation to let forth and dump water upon the land, but the rain has yet to fall.  The air is cool with a hint of humidity.  The skies left no shadows on the ground.  All the colors were true to themselves.  The cool hues of the concrete, the muted rust interplaying with it’s blue brothers.  All beauty, all the time.

Just another day in the city.

Watching the colors, the doors, all interacting with one another.

Just another day in Tokyo, or I should say Chiba.

What Happened to My Reflection?

Cracked Corner Nail

Hooked and Signed

Buttons of Mt. Fuji and a Little Monocrome

Monday, June 7th, 2010

A slice of oddness from the wanderings on the edge of Tokyo today.

Another found image of Mt. Fuji.  I am starting to come to grips with the Japanese obsession with the dormant volcano.  A lost idol that no longer has it’s idolater.   A fraction of an image that only reveals its self in the past.

Found Mt. Fuji

Lost Idol

Fraction of It

Minnie Mouse Gets her Own Seat

Monday, June 7th, 2010

I am not even sure how to begin with this one.  This kind of truly disturbed me when I saw it on the train this afternoon.

As I stepped onto the train I noticed something wasn’t quite right with the passenger across from me.  She was decked out in heels, and a pear like necklace.  Now, that is not so unusual for Japan, but this was different.  This woman, was not a woman, but it was a Minnie Mouse doll.  Sitting right next to the Minnie Mouse was a man, on his cellphone.  I gathered pretty quickly that this doll was surely his when he picked up the Minnie Mouse and started to talking to her.

I am also pretty sure that this individual was suffering from some sort of mental disorder.  I have seen plenty of Disney freaks around.  But this one was completely off the wall.

Those that obsess with Disney need to find another outlet to escape the harsh realities of life.  It is really not a healthy place to be.

I hope that the man in this image, will find happiness outside of the limits of the artificial boundaries of Disney’s world.

Something Isn't Quite Right with Minnie Mouse

Oxidizing Back in Time

Sunday, June 6th, 2010

The sun was warm, and the air was unseasonably cool.  I am loving these early summer days.  This must be what they mean by an English summer.  The sun warms you, but if you start to overheat, just grab a spot in the shade and you’ll be just fine.

In this lovely weather I strolled around some of the sleepy, old parts of Urayasu.  The little snack bars still in the afternoon.  The empty fishing market stalls, that have only a few that actually still open for business.

Time rushes forward at a blinding speed. I am thankful for the opportunities to slow down and explore.  A time to savor those beautiful things that interconnect and make up our lives.

Ever connected.  Ever rusting.  Ever beautiful.

Fish Market, Closed

5 Sign Shuttered

Awning Afternoon

Lost Love Sleeps with the Fishes

Ushi in White and Brown

Women Have Power II

Ripping It in Blue and Other Dimensions

Saturday, June 5th, 2010

The blues can really shine on and take on a life of their own.  Those deep sky blues that seem endless, every reaching into the cosmos.  The rust that meshes with the colors, as its base metals rust away from the inside.

Little details, look, and have been seen.

Selected Slices of Blue

Bent On

Golden Tip: Plug 01

Black Blotch and Cone

This is Only a Pictorial Representation of a Car (車)

Rest Up and Give Thanks World: Friday Squared

Friday, June 4th, 2010

Another end to a hustling work week has come again.  I like to end my end of the week with a longer than usual stroll around the stations, and on my journey back to my home.  It sets me off in the right direction as a transition between the week and the rest on the sabbath.

I am thankful for all the beauty I get to bear witness to on a daily basis.

Rest up and give thanks world.

Ain't Nothing but Shirai's House

All Wires Lead to Chiba

Up the Down

Post Box Lattice

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