I have been feeling the ups and downs of life in these days.  These are the days that can’t seem to make up it’s mind wether it is autumn or not.  I was so pleased to see as I stepped out of the station the blue heavens smiling at me.  A smile as wide as the horizon with golden rays coming down to the soil.  It warmed my heart and all I could do was to smile back.

Two images from the town of Goi in Chiba. This time they are an abstracted view of a town that seems to be frozen, waiting to thaw when life heats back up.

I had the chance to journey a bit out into Chiba to the semi rural, and semi industrial town of Goi.  Wandering around the rainy streets located not far from the station the pace of life seemed to slow to that of the rust I was encountering.  Goi.  Oh my Goi.

Wether wer construct houses, design our yards, or let nature takes its course all play into the theme of geometrical wabi sabi.  How the world we live in relates to the world that surrounds us.  What stone is placed where according to the rules of some unseen design.

I love coming across these perfections in design.  They lie somewhere between haphazard and planned.  Wander around where you live or work and see how everything is in harmony or disharmony with all the other pieces.

I found these two lost items of the last two days.

Both provide some protection from the unknown, or accidents.

One will protect your brain in a crash, and the other will hopefully protect you from spirits or evil doers.

Which one do you think is more important?

I will let you decide.

Back to my afternoon stomping grounds of Ichikawa.  I had missed her over the summer as I spent most of my time in Tokyo.  It still amazes me that I can walk the same streets and still find something I haven’t seen before, or see something in a way of seeing that I hadn’t noticed.  It is definitely a challenge for my sensability as a photographer.

Monday……

Yeah, I know what you all mean.

A collection of some segmented fragments from my afternoon in Tsudanuma, Chiba.

The sun shone high in the sky.  The moisture has returned to where it came from.  The light brightened all the land as the streets glowed under it’s weight.  I was freed from my cold, and awoke with colors in the heart.