It is lost time, or it is time that has been lost.

I guess it all depends on one’s point of view.

Two lost and found objects I captured in my camera today before the sky turned black and the skies just opened up and poured down cold stinging rain.

Someone lost the key to their heart.

If it is anyones out there, please contact me.

It would be a shame if that heart can never be opened again.

Have a beautiful day of rest.

The rain just keeps on falling and falling.  The earth is soaked to breaking point, yet there is a bright path of color.  Another last bit of glory from the never ending summer.  The luscious colors of nature mix and match with the urban surroundings.

love = beauty

beauty = love

color is love ! ! !

I have been searching out the lost and found objects for about 9 years or so.  So many object lost and so many of these object found.  All have been gently placed with the intention of them being found by their owner.  Just another two keys that have been lost.  What do they unlock?  Will they ever slide into that lock agin?  Only the most high knows.

Yes, she does.  She’s had enough hot air being spilled by the tricksters out there in the world.  Even though she is lost, she isn’t LOST.  She still fully comprehends her situation.  She knows what is to be must be, and that she can change only those things that she can control.

Live it up, enjoy the simple pleasure of a circle, square, and a couple of dots.  Enjoy the elegant beauty of a heart that is screaming out for attention.  Hey look at me I’ve got heart too.

Enjoy, live it up to the fullest.  Each and every single day.

One seed planted in rich earth is all it takes.  The roots grow into the soil, seeking out nutrients.  Raising up its hands to the shining sun.  Time will tell, and Babylon’s concrete trap will all come falling down.  Go out, plant, reap, and sow a beautiful future for all.

Todays theme is my own little neighborhood of Kasai.  Kasai is a quiet suburbish hood on the edge of Tokyo.

It still is Tokyo, but as soon as I cross the bridge I am in Chiba prefecture.  The skies were gray as I wandered

the streets on my mountain bike today.  Every so often I would be pulled over with the urge to snap

the little Ricoh camera.  Some lost and found items along with an abstraction that caught my eye.

Just another day in Kasai.

When is a Red Line not a Red Line ?

It is a image word play.  The answer is when the Japanese character for

red is printed over a line that is black.  So pictorially the the image reads Red Line,

but it is actually black.  

Nice Bokeh?  Don’t you think?

Another image in the unending photographic project of lost and found objects in Japan.

Image was taken on the Urayasu Bridge between Chiba and Tokyo.