Uncharacteristic of my daily strolling to and from I only clicked the shutter once on my little trusty Ricoh today.  I usually follow the same path to get back to the station.  Plenty of times I had passed by this laundromat without stopping, but today it was different.  Today, the lonely battered chair was set up out front with the words “Fruits Chair,” printed on its back.  This stopped me in my tracks and I reached for my little black companion and snapped the shutter.  For me it was an instant fav.

Strolling though the Ameyoko in Ueno, the colors come alive and luscious in the

early evening night.  Got to be brief, I have the new kind of beat tired.

After a torrential down pour yesterday, the skies opened up to reveal the most beautiful cloudless skies over the Kanto region today.  The blue was deep, clean and a shinning snow capped Mount Fuji could be seen on my way today.  As I strolled breathing in the clean crisp air, I kept my eyes in the sky, until I came across the plethora of shoe horns hanging in a window store front in Ichikawa

May we all be blessed with beautiful weather, before the it turns nasty and cold.  Amen.

I had the good fortune to meet up with some friends of my family when

they were visiting in Tokyo.  The Lieber’s treated me to gorgeous lunch 

with good people and a lovely view of a rarely seen garden in the

heart of tokyo.  The garden Chinzan-so was built in the Meiji era in the late

1800’s.

Thanks again !

Today actually felt like autumn in the air today.  After the last couple days of summer like weather the skies were a bit more gray any the mercury dipped much lower.  Still pleasant until the real cold weather comes rolling on in.  I enjoyed the stroll and watching the the patchy cloudy skies.

On this extremely warm autumn day in Tokyo, my mind drifts back to the lovely morning we spent on the patio sipping coffee in Captain Cook on the Big Island.  This little guy and his family were running around on the open patio at The Coffee Shack.  Great breakfast there by the way.

Back to the wonderful backstreets of Ginza.

I love to wander and snap.  Light was fading when I was there the other day, but managed

to get a few clicks off.

I can not express the intense cravings that I have been suffering from over the last couple of weeks.  I have wanted to dissect and pick a part the glorious red fruit.  The Pomegranate is one of the foods that i put in the perfect food category. It has such a unique flavor that nothing else comes close too.  I came across some juice at an Indian supermarket the other day, but that only increased my need to rip into the flesh and get at those ruby seeds.  I am glad to say that they have started to appear, an I will get my fill.

Something pulled me down a different street the other day as I was heading back to Ichikawa station.  I followed my instinct and came face to eye with this retina.  It quietly stared out at me as I reached for my camera.  Soon after I was struck by this beautiful garden in front of a house with barely and space.  All pointing to the beauty that is to be found amongst the concrete and asphalt.

The surrealist were part of my youth.  I quickly fell in love with their images back when I was in High school. I just thought they were the coolest thing out there.  It took years to really understand the surrealists mission.

Today I pay homage to my roots.

This is not a Pipe, These are not Smoke Rings

Pas Liberté II, No Freedom II

I am starting to get back into the swing of things.

Pulling out my trusty little ricoh camera, and catching little bits of life, expression on my journey to better understand myself and the way in which I relate to the world.

Wandering to Ichikawa station, and then wandering from Kasai station back to my home.

ahhhh, my neighborhood.

Let’s let the images speak to you directly.

Random, Neighborhood Shots

I am sure we have all been there before.  Nothing in the day seems to be going quite right.  The path before you eyes has vanished.  Where are we to go from here, we ask ourselves.  That sums up my day, filled with bad news and things that never seem to go quite right.

On my walk back to the station I almost passed this girlie teddy bear.  There she was propped up on a sign, lost and waiting silently for the owner to come back and rescue her.  That is me.  Lost and waiting to know which way, again.  It never ends, and we keep on having to search for our way.

The storm blew though on Thursday this week, leaving scattered leaves and twigs about.  All the signs that it was here.  All of these signs will soon be forgotten till the next big one.  Moving in taking a closer look.  Trying to look at things more clearly, they turn into abstractions.

Yeah, I know, how creative to name the Typhoons just as a number.  But thats what is done here in Japan.  The storm wasn’t that bad, and was over in a few hours.  No real damage in my neighborhood, so I decided to head out around and see what was to be seen.

I went just one station away in Nishi Kasai and cruised around, trying not to loose my hat.  The wind was still quite fierce and trains were still stopped.  I had wanted to go into to Tokyo, but that wasn’t going to happen today.

Blow, Blow, Blowing in the Wind

So, I had to make due with the local scene, and take it from there.