A slice of oddness from the wanderings on the edge of Tokyo today.

Another found image of Mt. Fuji.  I am starting to come to grips with the Japanese obsession with the dormant volcano.  A lost idol that no longer has it’s idolater.   A fraction of an image that only reveals its self in the past.

The seemingly random nature of the Interconnectiveness of all things is not as random as it may appear.

Dripping water, flowing down a pillar at the station  creating the Rust, Water,and Abstraction

filled with intentional scratching left behind, leads to the deliberate defacing of

a political poster.

The Interconnectiveness of it all is summed up in this lonely lost pin, discretely placed, intently waiting to be claimed by its master.

Is it all random?

Do we look for some tangents to be drawn between them?

I don’t know.  But I do know that by exploring the nature of image creation as a means of expression I will attempt to find it.