Pleasantly Lost in Minowa

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010

I have been on a mission this summer to visit neighborhoods in Tokyo that I have never visited before.  I want to expand my urban view of my adoptive home.  Where are those interesting hoods?  So, after a bit of searching I set my sights on the old neighborhood of Minowa.

Minowa lies only a few stations from the bustle of Ueno, but it might as well have been on the other side of the Tokyo border.  There was an old covered mall left over from the Showa days.  Tight narrow alley ways lead away from the shopping mall.

Between the buildings coming down and the new ones going up laid a wonderland of geometric interactions with it’s inhabitants.





And it all fits nicely into a square.

Checkered Bathouse Broom

Fill in Test

Tetris Bicycle

We Cut Circle Heads

Heart Circle Fly Spiderella

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010

Rain and rained it did today.  It poured so hard that I couldn’t see out my window.  I do like the rain, as long as I am not caught in the middle of it.  I saw a common species that inhabits the streets of Tokyo after a big storm.  I have named this species the “Spiderella.”  They can be found by the side of the road, sprawled out soaking up the sun after the rain stops.

The Pure Heart, Lost for Now

Taking Flight into the Self

It All Comes Back Around


Perception is Hard to See

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

It poured.  It came down so hard that it was hard to see that far ahead today.  It reminded me of what a good friend and I used to say.  That in order to truly perceive, one had to see with your ears, smell with your eyes, taste with your fingers and hear with your nose.  All the senses must be used in ways they are not used to in order to benefit from the whole picture.

Think about it.  Can you hear a potato?  Can you touch a blue sky?  Can you smell blue?

Mix it up, jumble it up, use your senses in ways they have never been used before.

Friends Lend Me Your Ears so that we Can See

Five Wires are Better

Edogawian Bird

And It Continues

On the Wings of a Dove

Monday, May 25th, 2009

All those politricksters scream for change!

But all I see is an never ending flow of non change.

So let us be the change.  Let us transform the unknown

into the known.

Let there be blue light that surrounds us all.


On the Wings of a Dove

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