September 11th, Love Over Hate

Tuesday, September 11th, 2012

September 11th Window Memorial, November 2001, New York City

That day changed life across generations.  I remember the little blip that appeared in the upper right hand corner of my TV that night in Japan saying that there was a fire in the World Trade Center Towers.  I remember the feeling in my soul as life was turning inside out.  So long ago, but fresh in our hearts.

Today’s posting is livicated to all those whose hearts are filled with hate.  Why?  Because they need the love more than anyone else in the world.  Those that have allowed their hearts to blacken need love the most.  Those that promote hate and fear need to be shone love.  Only light can shine in the darkness.

The world needs to constantly be reminded of its wicked ways.  Those that have light need to share their light with others.

So on this eleventh year anniversary of September 11th keep the love in your heart.  Let others know there is love there.  Let the love shine brighter than all the darkness.

I pray that the day will come when the world is populated with love rather than hate.


Bridge to My Dreams: Ichikawa Style

Monday, September 10th, 2012

Bridge to My Dreams: Ichikawa Style

Once upon a time a young man had many dreams.

Visions filled his head of brides, paths, towering heights over vast expanses of water.

Was it Key West?

Was it the San Francisco Bay Area?

Or was it Myoden in Ichikawa?

The young man thought he knew the answer, but he does not know.

He only knows that a young man once dreamt of bridges stretching to the horizon.

The young man dreams.

The middle aged man remembers the dreams.

The old man collages the dreams and reality.


Bridge to My Dreams: Ichikawa Style.

Ogikubo Park Nights

Sunday, September 9th, 2012

Ebisu Park Nights

Even the most benign of neighborhoods can transform themselves when the sun sets.  Blades of glass take on a life of their own.  The artificial lights only imitates the sun, it does not replace it.  The shadows dance and sway in the late summer nights.

Just another Ogikubo park night.


Kyo Edogawa Riverside Gardens in Kasai

Wednesday, September 5th, 2012

One Red One in Kasai

Been on the computer too much the past couple of days catching up on some archiving I have been meaning to do for a long time.  The time was ripe to get out in my neighborhood today.

It was suppose to be a blistering hot day, but my 3 in the afternoon it had cooled off a bit and it was time to hop on  my bicycle and see what I can find in my neighborhood.   I live on the southern edge of Tokyo right between two branches of the Edogawa River.

My years ago most of my neighbors would have made their living harvesting seaweed, catching fish, and digging for clams.  There are still little reminders of the nautical past.  Many of the old fishermen now make a living running yukatabune (party boats).  Taking parties out into the bay for an evening of eating, drinking and catching the skyline from the water.

There are plenty of little gardens in my neighborhood.  It never ceases to amaze me how little space is needed, or how tiny a garden may be.  They are all gorgeous in their own way.  Down by the riverside, down the narrow alley ways that have been home for decades.

All in all a good day out in the Kasai.

Corner Roof Top Garden


Steping Up Aloe

Seek Your Oasis in the Heat

Thursday, August 30th, 2012

Urban Oasis, Drinking Spot, Ginza

No rain in sight, says the weather forecast.  So far three weeks of highs over 90s with out much rain.  There have got to be ways to beat the heat.

One way is to seek the urban oasis.  A beer garden, a tiny izakaya (Japanese bar), even the local convenience store and squatting in the shade with a can of ice teas.

We all have our ways of dealing with the heat.  To each his/her own.  Find your shade.  Keep your cool.  Enjoy the heat before its gone till 2013.


Feeling Like a Square in Ebisu

Sunday, August 26th, 2012

Window Oleander Ebisu, Tokyo

I went out to the center of Tokyo for a house warming party for two of my close friends.  I don’t get out to trendy Ebisu very often even though it is home to the Tokyo Museum of Photography in Ebisu Garden Place.  Actually, the last time I had been in Ebisu was to meet up with a mate at his office located on the edge of Ebisu and Shibuya.

Among the high class restaurants and private homes, I came across a few square gems.  Homes that must have been in the neighborhood long enough to see the urbanization creep around every narrow street.  Homes with unruly gardens that spoke to me as as out of place as myself.

The ivy creeps up the window sills, flowers bloom in spaces that would have been forgotten in the west.  I love the way that no space is left unused in Japan.

So, it is just me, feeling a bit square in Ebisu.  That is all.

Ebisu Crooked Smile Wild


21-3 The Wilds of Ebisu, Tokyo

Blazing Hot at Imperial Palace East Garden

Tuesday, August 21st, 2012

Guard House Ote Gate, Imperial Palace, Tokyo

Its the height of summer time in Japan, so what do I do?  I pick up my camera and hit the blazing hot streets.  There is something about walking around Tokyo when the temperature hits 35 C  (95 F).  I like to feel the suns burn as I wander the streets, parks and gardens of Tokyo.  It makes me feel alive to sweat in the sunshine.

I was making my way back from Iidabashi station following the street to see where it takes me.  I had rounded the corner of a newspaper companies office building when a curving bridge over the moat to the Imperial Palace caught my eye.  I saw a policeman there so I initially thought that I wouldn’t be able to enter.  I spied some reddened tourists coming out, so I said I might as well give it a shot.

It is called Kokyo Higashi Gyoen (Imperial Palace East Garden).  I had to collect a free plastic ticket at the gate, that had to be returned on exiting the park.  The emperor does live in the Imperial Palace so they need to know that all that entered have left the park.

This is one of the tourists spots I didn’t even know existed.  I had wandered around another section of the Palace before, but this was the first time to wander around these gardens.

The sun was beaming down on the gravel and paved roads that weaved between the gigantic retaining walls of the Imperial Palace.  I quickly became lost in the scale.  The walls were so massive.  The corners jutting into the blue skies.  I felt so far removed from the hustle of Tokyo that borders all sides of the gardens.

Sweat rolled down my forehead as I made my way through the park.  Pausing many times to photograph the walk.  Perfectly manicured lawns contrasted with the hewn stones of the walls.  All in harmony making for a wonderful stroll in the summer light.

Tokyo never stops surprising me.  I am still finding treasures after being here for more than 10 years.  This will be a place to go back to and see in another season.

Tree, Garden Hose, Meadow, Imperial Palace, Tokyo


Fern in the Retaining Wall, Imperial Palace, Tokyo


Retaining Wall, Guard House Ote Gate, Otemachi, Imperial Palace, Tokyo


Shadow Wall, Imperial Palace, Tokyo


Hidden Rainbow Over Urayasu

Saturday, August 18th, 2012

Hidden Rainbow Over Urayasu

Today was a beautiful sabbath day.  The thunder came early in the day and threatened to rain for the longest time before the drops fell.  The clouds scattered and the sun came out once again.  In the late afternoon I noticed some dark clouds heading in from Chiba, so I hopped ob my bicycle to se what there is to see.

Sometimes it is just the act of picking up a camera that will get me out of the house.  I wanted to see the clouds.  Not only did I want to see them, I wanted to photograph them as well.  Clouds are a subject that I would have rejected in my youth but if they were good enough for Alfred Stieglitz, then I might as well be able to enjoy their mystical shapes too.

I even got caught in a little misting as I rode along the rivers edge.  In a completely urban setting I am never utterly removed from nature.  Looking up is sometimes all that it takes.

There is a little pot of golden pixels out there somewhere, for us all.  You just have to have an open heart to find it.


A Whole Lot of Morning Glory Going On

Thursday, August 16th, 2012

Morning Glory Mansion

The summer’s cicadas are singing their song as I was making my way to Nishi Kasai.  The sun was high and clouds fluttered across the road, making it a bit cooler than it should have been.  I found a couple of MOZE tags that must have been pretty old, but nothing out of this world.

I pedaled past a small street and a huge patch of green caught my eye.  I circled back around and stood in front of a two story apartment building that was covered from top to bottom in morning glory vines.  At first I thought that the building had been abandoned, but one of the doors was clear from vines because of use.   There also was a small line up of bicycles in front too.

The flowers had only begun to bloom, but the entire building had been engulfed by the creeping vines.

Just another summer day spent pedaling through my neighborhood.


Going on a MOZE Hunt

Wednesday, August 15th, 2012

MOZE at the Sushi Shop

Yesterday I went on a MOZE hunt in my neighborhood.  I’m not exactly sure why I go hunting for MOZE tags and throw ups.  It is kind of like photographic documenting version of collecting.

I don’t photograph graffiti very often in my work.  I feel that the art of graffiti is art and should more or less be left at that; however, I find MOZE to be a bit of an obsession.  First of all MOZE is very active in my own neighborhood of Kasai.  I see his tags, sticker slaps, and throw ups in my daily life.  MOZE’s work is part of my neighborhood.  I feel I need to document my interactions with MOZE even though we communicate via spray paint and my camera.

MOZE is a bit of a mystery that I am trying to solve.  Who is this writer?  Is MOZE Japanese or a foreigner?  I have ben seeing his tags for years now, and I am just compelled to go hunting for his work about once a year.  I am compelled to interact with MOZE.  Throw the photographic endeavors we engage in a distant form of communication.  On one of MOZE’s pieces he painted “Who Are You? by MOZE”  He is searching for the identity of another graffiti writer who’s work MOZE in unfamiliar with.

Big time respect for the mad bomber of Kasai, MOZE.

MOZE, Tags Under the Bridges


MOZE, Fat Cap


MOZE, Throw Up Under Kasai Bridge


MOZE, Who Are You by Moze

Slatted Cultural Meeting

Tuesday, August 14th, 2012

Slatted Cultural Meeting

I spent the day wandering the The National Museum of Western Art, at the
From Renaissance to Rococo. Four Centuries of European Drawing, Painting and Sculpture on loan from the Berlin Museum.  It was an ambitious show that lead the viewer on a journey from the development in European art.

The museum was packed with people of all ages drinking in visual information.  Some of the sculptures were small ornamental figures, and church decorations.  I loved bending down and looking at the statues in their eyes.  Meeting their gaze into my one line of sight.  With the three dimensional works I cloud descend to their vision field.  In the Dutch masters room of the exhibition the people always gazed off into  the distance.  We could never line up our eyes together.  We only could catch glances of each other.

The masters could catch drama like no other.  These action frozen moments for eternity.  The instance as a fight is about to break out.  The moment of spiritual enlightenment.  Mad drama created with ground pigments and the artist’s imagination.

As I often am so unimpressed with curations of the best of the new artists, I find myself longing for older works of art.  I want to understand why these works have withstood time.  What makes them so special that they have been admired.

As I paused in a small anteroom between galleries, the light was cutting across the blinds.  The courtyard was lit in the afternoon light.  The moment was right.  It took just a fraction of a second to create the image on the CCD. The opening of the shutter burned the light on the digital film.  Another frozen moment of light and shadow.  Will it stand the test of the ages?  I really have no idea.  All I know is that I will continue to seek inspirations and keep on clicking the shutter.


The Little Watermelon

Thursday, August 9th, 2012

The Little Watermelon, Le Petit Pastèque, 少しスイカ

As many of you may remember that a typhoon wrecked my garden a little while back.  Now my patio garden is quite small, but we have been able to pluck a few cucumbers, peppers, eggplants from the potted plants.  Not a lot, but enough to bring some freshness to our table and hearts.

The garden has rebounded from the torrential winds and rains, but I had pretty much given up on our watermelons.  The vines kept creeping along the patio, eventually spilling over the ledge and even became excited when I saw blossoms sprout from the twisting vine.  Eventually all the flowers fell off without further growth into a watermelon.

This all changed yesterday.  I was looking at the vine, and I noticed that there were some oblong shapes where the flowers had been.  I called my wife out to the patio, to show her the budding fruit.  I was wondering how they will survive since the vine had wiggled its way up and around the cucumber poles.  Then, my wife called me back outside to show me three baseball sized watermelons that had tucked themselves away under some leaves.  I was overjoyed to see them!  To be able to pick one up in my hand and feel the warmth of the sun in my palm.  So beautiful.  Such a simple joy gardening brings.

We spent some time cleaning up and weeding the patio today, unfortunately this little one got clipped by accident.  I shed a little tear, and was thankful for the ones that have come, and will come.

This is my homage to fruit of summer.  The lovely honorable watermelon.


Getting Comfortably Lost in the Chiba Countryside

Tuesday, August 7th, 2012

Rice Paddy with Twist, Yorokeikoku, Chiba, Japan

I am fortunate to have a friend like Tomo.  He and I take a photographic journey every summer.  Each year we go someplace different and wander around with our cameras chatting away as we go.  This broiling summer Tomo suggested that we head to Chiba Prefecture’s country side.  A place called Yorokeikoku Valley.  We were blessed by some cloudy weather, so it wasn’t as hot as it could have been.  We even got caught in some rain, but it didn’t dampen our mood one bit.

It was a bit of a challenge to just get to, but the journey is what makes it so magical.  I met up with Tomo at Shin Urayasu station and boarded the Keiyo Rapid train out to Soga.  At Soga, we transferred to the Uchibo Line until we reached the little station commuter station of Goi.  There the real journey began.  We bought an all day pass to ride the Kominato line.  It is known for its one or two car trains.  The train otakus (geeks) love to ride and photograph this line.  There was even an old fashioned train girl who would sell, inspect, and punch the traveler’s tickets.

We got off about 3 stations before the last one and started to walk some of the old country roads.  It was a great feeling to be out of the heat of the city, and be surrounded by farms, cicadas, and trees.  We passed though some tunnels which here in Japan have the reputation for being haunted on our way to the next station.  We had to wait a good 45 minutes since the Kominato line comes only about once or at the most twice an hour.

Being out in the country I am reminded how much more there is to Japanese society than the city.  In fact, most of Japan was an agricultural society up until very recently.  Most of the society were subsistence farmers  just a few notches above.  The rural life was the Japanese life.  Walking along the old roads and coming to a rice paddy that tucked into one corner is the family cemetery.  The hillsides were dotted with tiny Shinto shrines and Buddhist temples.

In an odd way I was reminded of the parks between the hills Berkeley and Contra Costa County.  They are very country, even though you are only 45 minutes from San Francisco  there are reminders that the city isn’t that far away.  There were still signs of Japan’s industrialization at just about every turn we took.

All that is true, but the country is the country.  The loud tranquility was a beautiful excursion from the hustle of Tokyo Life.

I look forward with an open heart to wander Japan’s rural side with camera in hand.

Rice Paddy with Cloud Hole, Yorokeikoku, Chiba, Japan


Cedar Forrest, Yorokeikoku, Chiba, Japan


Country Road, Yorokeikoku, Chiba, Japan


Le Petit Rapids, Yorokeikoku, Chiba, Japan


Beginning Tone

Saturday, July 28th, 2012


Beginning Tone

The sun sets in the far west.  We are never at the location were the sun dips behind the bending horizon, we are only able to chase the dream with our sight.  For many people the sun going down is the end of the day, and in some respect it is.  I am not alone in the view that the setting sun is the beginning of the day.

It is a difficult concept to wrap our heads around when we are bombarded with technical information 24 hours a day.  We live in society that keeps time to the billionth of a second.  This unnatural time keeping has caused society to be out of sync with the world.  Modern society prefers to keep it’s rhythm to the ping of a smartphone rather than the song of a cicada.  Our ancestors used the movement of  heavenly bodies to keep time.  They watched the heavens for the their time keeping.

I struggle to keep time as our ancestors did.  Does it make sense for a day to begin in the middle of the night?  I prefer to think of the day from sundown to sundown, when I can.  Even though it goes against what most of society is doing, it helps me to keep connected to my roots in this age of streaming digital ones and zeros.

It is quite simple the sun sets, the day begins.

As the day begins, our lives continue on the paths that we have set for our selves.  I will build a path from roughly hewn stones and earth.  Building the path that suits who I am.  It will be my path to build and journey on.  It is only beginning.


Tonal Conversation between a Mailbox and Ivy

Tuesday, July 24th, 2012

Mailbox and Ivy Tonal Conversation

The rain was falling at just a slight patter as I passed this lovely house for an untold time.  It has caught my lens many times before.  I love the way in which the ivy has become a part of the house.  The ivy is not a separate entity that can simply be divided from the house.  It is part of its soul.

The ivy has creeped its way onto all the surfaces of the house.  It has finally met its match when it encountered the mailbox.  There the mailbox has been hung.  It waits for the mail that may or may not come.  The seeking vines of the ivy have found the red hued box to be quite a guilty little pleasure.

Hmmm, what shall they converse about?  I think they are holding a conversation on tones.  The music of the street.  The rhythm of the neighborhood pulses and pushes them into a lucid meeting on their northern facing wall.

Just a daily conversation.  They will decide how deep they will delve.  For I am just an observer, a note taker, with a camera.


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