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.

Blazing sun baked this key till it turned red hot.  If the owner doesn’t find it quick it going to melt and become one with the bridge where I found it.  Some neighborhood weeds baking in the late afternoon sun.

Ever skyward

never really lost as long as you know who you are.

The temp was climbing as the sweat dripped slowly down my brow.  Still I had to stop and click of some.

Click Click

wipe wipe

drink drink

repeat as needed.

Sun was high and no clouds to filter out those UV rays.  Summer is here and there is no doubt that it is going to be a hot one.  I am still looking forward to those long walks around town, camera in hand.

soon come

I am thankful for my family.

I am thankful for my Floridian roots.

I am thankful for the love that triumphs pain.

I am thankful every day that I can gain new insights.

I am thankful for the friends I have known and the friends that I will know.

The temp is on the rise as the rainy season wanes.  The mercury is hitting it’s high mark and will continue to do so as we edge closer and closer to August.  In the geometric studies I could feel the heat radiate off the corrugated siding.  Hot Hot Hot.

Those that know me, know that I am not a big drinker; however, I do like to enjoy a nice glass of wine once in a while, and especially to celebrate the coming of the sabbath.  In moderation, to be savored and enjoyed the fruit of the vine can work miracles.

So enjoy a glass or two now and then.

The wonderful fruit of the vine.

It is Wednesday.  It is windy and as usual I walked my tired self home.  It seems like the closer I get sometimes the farther away I feel.  This being said, I still am truly thankful for the world that we live in.  I am thankful that I have the time and energy to keep on pursuing my voice, no matter how hoarse it may become.

The skies have been threatening all day.  The sun seemed to have set today in the late afternoon rather than the evening; this being said, I still managed to click off a few shots in between dodging the scattered falling drops.  A further investigation into brooms.  I seem to be seeing them at every turn these days.

The little town that was adjacent to the beach was full of all my favorite things.  Door that are falling off their hinges, window just waiting to be framed, and all and all buildings showing their age.  The town was small and full of surprises.  I only really got to see just a taste of the town.  I would love to go back and explore some more.