A few more images from Miyodagani.

and one from otemachi station on my way there.

Wandering around the narrow streets of Myodagani today, there was the

pleasant mix of old, and new.  The rusted, forgotten storefront the size of a

phone both and 2 brightly colored umbrellas drying in the blazing Tokyo summer

sun.

Ichikawa, Chiba is an endless source

of abstractions for me.

Some out take from a photo shoot a few years ago.

need to post more on line. when i can.

a taste of more to come . . .

By the way, this man produces the finest coffee i have had in tokyo.

if you are in the harajuku area, find his shop.

Happiness is what we all want.

We seek it out, we neglect our own happiness.

We all need to go out and find a tranquility and happiness.

Happiness can be simple.

Getting a roll of film back from the developers.

Waking up an hour later than usual.

Treating yourself to a nice cup of coffee.

If the simple things make you happy, think about

something that could be life changing would.

I so look forward to that stroll on Friday afternoons.  The week is pretty  much over, the stresses

that built up over the week dissipate as I wander the backstreets back to Ichikawa station.  The rust, the decay, the faded signs, all soothe my soul.

No stress, only pure joy.

till the next time. .  .    .       .

Speed makes me smile too.

Not as much as the sound of a Hasselblad shutter going ka-chunk.

Random little beauties found on my walk in the neighborhood.

The rain came down all day long, but paused long enough

for me to make my journey back home.  The sun was strong,

yet the tones were mellow, as the sun’s rays bounced off the

atmosphere.

It was watching me.

Revisited of the Fragmented Self Portrait, this time

in full blown color.

No not really my house.  More from the center of Tokyo, but on this gloomy rainy day,

I felt I needed a bit of blue sky.

Signs are used to point us in a direction.

What is the direction we need to go?

Where do these signs point us to?

After several complete failures with my vintage Hasselblad 500 C I got though Ebay back in March, I have finally gotten back from the lab a properly loaded and exposed roll.  I am pretty happy with the results, they have spurred me on to take out for walks more frequently.  Most of these images are from the cherry blossom season back in April.

Got to find my pot under the rainbow.

Till the next adventure.

Back to one of my favorite subjects.  The political tricksters ant their posters.

I am not sure why I am so drawn to these gaudy posters.  It might be the challenge

in their pure horror, and ugliness to create something abstract and intriguing.  

I see photography as a process, which the goal is to create the best possible image.

This of course starts with the way the image was shot, which camera was used, exposures and 

what have you, but it does not end there.  One needs to keep on pushing and pulling the image

until the image satisfies something in your soul.  When it does it is ready to be shown.  

The sun was high in the sky.  The mercury is surely creeping higher and higher.  The haze

that engulfs Tokyo stretched as far as it would let you see.  

I journeyed back to Ichikawa station.  Wandering thought the same streets as last Friday.  The old decaying stores mingle with the freshly poured cement.  To wander the streets, is to heal my soul.  

Heal soul, Heal.

see you on my next stroll.

When is a Red Line not a Red Line ?

It is a image word play.  The answer is when the Japanese character for

red is printed over a line that is black.  So pictorially the the image reads Red Line,

but it is actually black.  

Nice Bokeh?  Don’t you think?