I finally finished the roll of half frame pictures from my Olympus Pen camera. This time the Pen came with me to the beach is Okitsu, Chiba Japan. The lovely little pics to warm up my love of analog. All things considered this little camera, is a great companion. We both had a great time at the beach.
I guess it all depends on your point of view. The sun is baking the small boat rental, and fishing boats that line part of the river on the Kasai, or Urayasu side of the Kyoedogawa River. It is a little piece of the local culture that I love to investigate. Old signs that are faded to perfection. The algae green water that flows out to Tokyo Bay, along with that ocean smell that wafts over the neighborhood.
I won’t be seeing much of Ichikawa for most of the summer. As I only got 4 hours sleep the night before stacked on top of mid 90 degrees weather, It was a miracle that I made it back to the station without passing out.
So, here they are the windows of Ichikawa.
Look, See, Open and let in the cool (cooler at least) night air.
I am honored to have had one of my images critiqued by the art historian John Walford. He wrote an interesting critique of my image “Five Windows, Two Pipes, and a Vent”. I will repost the the text and the image below. Be sure to go and take a wander though his writing and his flick image stream.
“Five Windows, Two Pipes, and a Vent”
One, well-painted, beige wall,
Seven outlets, yet no ingress,
Testimonies to hidden interiors,
Whose secrets remain unknown.
Forever veiled behind this wall,
Its windows, barred, screened,
One strangely whitened – Why?
Two banded chocolate brown.
You can wash upstairs, but maybe
Must go down for bowel relief.
Two pipes tell us so. The only
Way–in or out–the phone line.
Who painted those window bands
So neatly? What passes down that
Phone line? The words of lovers?
Or calls of one who likes grasses?
Originally published on Only Connect Blog, by John Walford
–JW, another to honor the chaste compositions of twisty331 (Jacob Schere),
July 17, 2010.
We wanted to go to one of my favorite Nepali spots in Chiba on Sunday, little did we know that there was a summer festival happening in the city of Ichikawa. So, we were pleasantly surprised to be able to walk around the food stalls after we filled up on curries and momos.
I really dig the way the food booths just glow at night. They take on this surreal ethereal quality. The banners are aglow with colors that only appear in the twilight hours.
I look forward to hitting up and exploring more festivals as the summer heats up.
I must give the biggest respect shout out to Brancolina. She has put together a curation of some of my geometrical images and titled them Urban Haiku. If you haven’t already go out and check out her blog at Brancolina. You can also peep out Brancolina’s Flickr Stream.
All always inspiring images on Antwerp to be found on her site. And the musing of a creative mind.
I came across this abandoned fisherman’s house today not far from Kasai station. It is a bit unusual because I had seen it before, but it wan’t till today that I realized that it was a fisherman’s house. Fishing used to be a way of life in Kasai, but for the most part it has been abandoned, along with this house.
There also was a gorgeous graffiti piece done on the pad locked door. That is really what caught my lens. Here was this house of wood, with nets hanging on the wall, and there was this gorgeous painting on the door.
Tokyo, and even my own neighborhood of Kasai never ceases to amaze me. I have cycled though so many f these streets, and I still manage to see things that I have never seen before.
Get out and explore your own neighborhoods. Look for the things that you have never seen before. Find those little gems that speak to your heart.
Ok, so I am not really melting, but it certainly feel that way. You know its hot when you can feel the heat though the soles of your shoes. That is the kind of heat we had today, and If it is a sign of what is to come, I know we are in for a hot Tokyo summer.
At least in the late afternoon, on my walk home, the sun was beginning to come down, and the mercury dropped a little. The shadows were sharp and crispy like saltines. The edges so defined between the shade and the lit part of some images. I prefer the shade, at least to cool my weary head.
Lost keys, a found slapped images of Edison, I think. If so, why would someone paste a tiny picture of Edison to a light pole? That is beyond me.