A few more images from the wandering around the backstreets of Ginza yesterday.

I came across this lovely bit of decaying Japanese Helvetica text at Tsudanuma station on Friday.  At first glance I thought it was some attempt at scratching some text onto a pole, but once I really looked I discovered that the apparent scratches were in fact decaying bits of text that spell out the the station name phonetically in the hiragana alphabet.

Fonts, the art of how we communicate with written language are beautiful study in their own simplicity.

つ　だ　ぬ　ま　Tsu Da Nu Ma 津田沼

I guess this one political poster had been hung for a bit too long.

The image has reverted back to its negative state.

Laid up, still with a sore rib.

Dreaming of march in florida

More little treasures discovered under a layer of dust

in an old display in Ichikawa, Chiba. These little guys, flash bulbs,

and light meters, have not been touch for who knows how long.

Someday, Someday, they will be mine.

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.