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Bridging the Dreams

Thursday, November 15th, 2012

Bridging the Dreams

There are two lands that are divided by a body of water.  A man stands out on the edge of the land and looks out onto the the land on the other side.  He looks deeply into the blackness of the water.  The water oozes blackness.  He wonders what is there on the other land.  He has never been able to cross the way to the other side.

The man lays his head on a rock and falls into a deep slumber.  Bridges race through his mind.  Bridges constructed by steel, concrete, and labor fill his dreams.  The way to the other dream, the other side, the bridge is the key.

He awakens after his deep sleep.  He breathes in a deeply and stares out across the water.  This time he doesn’t worry, he feels content.  He knows that one day he will find his bridge, and his way of bridging the dreams will come into being.

 

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.

Autumn in July by the Kyoedogawa River Side

Saturday, July 21st, 2012

Autumn in July, Urayasu Bridge and Boats

My friend Z, was lamenting the other day how much she missed the ocean.  She, like me, grew up in Miami and was always surrounded by water.  Z now lives in New Mexico which is an amazingly beautiful locale, but the closest body of ocean water is more the ten hours by car.

It triggered something in my soul that caused me to ponder about my own relationship that I have to water.  I was really attracted to New Mexico’s energy in my youth and even contemplated a move there but the lack of ocean water was upsetting to my spirit.

I have always made my home very close to water.  In Miami one side was the Atlantic Ocean, on the other side was the Gulf of Mexico, and my neighbor was the vast sawgrass of the Everglades.  After University I crossed the lower 48 and settled in Martinez, California.  Martinez sits on the Sacramento River which let out into San Francisco Bay.  Only a 45 minute drive was the Pacific Ocean.  It was always to cold for me to swim in, but it was a marvel just to gaze out over the cold water.  I really had no inkling that one day I would cross that ocean making my home on the other great bay, Tokyo Bay.  I now look across the Pacific Ocean across it’s vastness from the other side.

Why have I always made my home near the water?  Is it because of where I grew up?  I never appreciated the ocean till I moved to California and the ocean became too cold to swim in.  As a youth I was always bothered by the salty air, the sand getting into my bathing suit and the blasting furnace of sunshine.   Now, I find myself on the edge of Tokyo Bay.  My home is wedged in between the Kyoedogawa River and the Bay.  The high levee walls are only a five-minute walk from my home.

I can peer over the river into the city of Urayasu.  Both Kasai, where I live in Tokyo, and Urayasu have long pasts as fishing villages.  On this unusually cool day in July, I watched fishing boat leaving their berthings to go out into the bay.  The traditional Japanese party boats or yukatabune were also venturing out into the bay.

Even though man has changed the land by adding concrete peers and bridges to span the gaps between the land, the ocean itself remains constant.  I think back to my sandal clad ancestors that stood on the edge of the Mediterranean Sea and wondered where the currents would take them.  Here I am now watching the concrete and steel bridge that connected my part of Tokyo to Chiba, thinking the same question.

The sea is part of my soul.  It is part of the very essence of how I define myself in this modern world.  It is a way of connecting with my ancient roots.  All we have to do is listen to the waves.  Watch the brave fisherman leaving in the twilight light to fetch bounty from the sea.  The sea, La Mer, in all continual awesome beauty.

Going to Seed

Wednesday, May 16th, 2012

Seeding on the Bridge Up

The heat rose and in the late afternoon the winds came.  Winds swept across the road as I was walking back from the station to my house.  This dandelion that had gone to seed caught my eye.

The wind was pushing it this and that way but it didn’t let go of its sees.  It just bent in the wind and held onto it’s offspring.  People kept coming and going over the pedestrian bridge.  I was squatting there watching the dandelion dance.

So delicate, yet so strong.

Blowing in the wind, without letting go.

Gazing Out Over Tokyo

Thursday, February 9th, 2012

Watching Tokyo Skytree Grow, (東京スカイツリー)

Tokyo seems endless to me.  I can hop on the train and ride from one end of town to the other with out every seeing a break in the concrete landscape.  It just never seems to end.  The only time I can every view a break in the constructions is when I come to the river’s edge.

There is finally a break in the land.  A momentary pause before the maddening pace of construction continues on the other side of the river.  There are many rivers in Tokyo.  There are many bridges that traverse these water highways.  They were the lifeline of the city before the modern age.

But I transgress.

As I reached the Sumidagawa River and gave up at the recently complete Tokyo Skytree, I was amazed to be in the city.  The bustle of the nearby Sensoji Temple seemed miles away, as only a few humans made their way down to the riverside.  Up into the tree of iron and steel.  A tower into the sky.  A tower that pops up from just about anywhere you stand in Tokyo.

Standing on the bridge looking out over Tokyo. There was the past that is.  There is the future that is to be, but now, a pause, a moment of quiet to be in Today.

The image with the pigeon is levicated to Catfords32 and JJC, my pigeon photographing family.

The bridge is levicated to my wife, whose earth day was yesterday.

Brdige over Today, Sumidagawa River, Asakusa

Pedaling Meditations Pause, Home, and Away

Sunday, February 5th, 2012

Pond Pedal Stop Meditation

The sun was being chased away by the clouds. It would peek out for a moment lighting up all below, and the next moment it would disappear into a haze of shade.

I thought a great day to go out and pedal around the neighborhood.  A moving mediation came over me.  A rhythmic beat by beat meditation. Pedal pedal, I went, and every so often the neighborhood would force me to pause.  Take in the surroundings at a slower pace.

Between to states, being at rest and being in motion.  Up the bridge stretching over the road below, I decided to turn around.  Where did I come from?  I am so far away from home.  But, this has become my adopted home.  Looking over my neighborhood I thought about where I would go, and this quickly melted into the now.  A moment in the now.  Over the buildings wires, of where I pedal my physical body.

Home is never really that far away.  A brief pause will bring you forward to the now.  Pedal pedal pause, reflect, meditate.

Away From Home Meditation

Sun Must Set so that the Sun May Rise

Saturday, December 24th, 2011

On the pre winter solstice day I watched the sun slink slowly towards the horizon.  All day the sun refused to shine, but at the last hours of sunlight it made an appearance far off on the edge of the earth. I began to think about what a rough year this has been for myself, for Japan, and in fact for the entire world.  Japan has experienced every disaster imaginable:  earthquakes, tsunami, typhoon, mud slides, torrential rainfall, nuclear disaster, power shortages, and now there are record breaking snowfalls.  All in all a very rough year.  These thoughts were all going through my mind as my train was passing over the Kyo-Edogawa river looking out over Tokyo Bay.

This I know.  The sun was going down, on the last few days left of the year.  I have no idea what the future may hold.  I have no idea if things will get worse before they get better.  What I do know is that sometimes things must come to an end.  And by coming to an end and this can allow for something to take its place.

So, the sun sets.  The sun will rise again.  We will live in cold and darkness, but this is only temporary.

Statified Sunset, Pre Solstice

Big Skies Over Urayasu

Monday, September 26th, 2011

I was on my bicycle yesterday heading over to Gyotoku in Chiba.  It had been a while since I had ridden over the Urayasu bridge.  The Urayasu bridge connects my town Kasai in Tokyo to the town of Uryasu in Chiba prefecture.  There was a time that I would have ridden over that bridge on a weekly basis, but lives change and I no longer find myself  peddling up and over the bridge.

Today was the exception.  The weather was so crisp and clear.  It was as if one day was summer, and the next day it was autumn, was basically how it felt.  As I cycled my pedals up the slopping incline I was just enjoying the clean air.  Once the bridge leveled off I caught a glimpse of that autumn late afternoon light.  The kind of yellow light that sparkles on the surfaces it reaches.  That was coupled with the big sky that stretched from the bridge into the heavens.  I had to pull over and snap an image of one of my favorite clicking grounds.

I have never been one for landscape photography.  This all is changing post the March 11th earthquake that ignited my interest in photographing nature, has also gotten me exploring the land where I dwell in Tokyo in more detail.  The way that man creates the environment in which to live, and how the natural world melds, contrasts, and harmonizes to form the land that we all inhabit.  The concrete and wood of our creation lives in competitive harmony with the world of the Creator.

Seeing the details is beautiful.  Seeing the big picture is just as beautiful too.

Miyajima Island with Big Sky, Urayasu

Back to the Gardens in my Town, Tokyo

Wednesday, August 24th, 2011

After a long break from being able to wander the gardens of Tokyo, I am back and happy to indulge my artistic nudges.  I went to a park I have been today called Rikugien Garden.  It was a beautiful park to visit on this summer afternoon.  Large fluffy clouds filled the skies as the cicadas mi mi miiied themselves into an absolute frenzy.

It feels like for most the summer is just about over, however, for me it is just beginning.  I have the freedom to wander and explore places that I have never been, always with camera in hand.  The park was for the most part empty.  I could wander nearly they whole way around the park without seeing another visitor.  Halfway around the pond there was a little chayasan (teashop) where I sat had a cup of macha (thick green tea) and a little sweet in the shape of an umbrella.  I just sat there and my senses just took in the sights and the sounds of the garden.  The little ants that marched single file on the bamboo fencing.  The koi (carp) that came to the surface begging for snacks, and the trace ripples of wind across the surface of the pond.

All in all a gorgeous day to be out in the park.  Soaking up the sunshine, the sounds, and the flavors of urban Tokyo.

Sky Land Pond, Rikugien Garden Tokyo

Bamboo Pond with Leaf, Rikugien Garden Tokyo

Stone Slab Bridge with Turtles, Rikugien Garden Tokyo

Rish Rush Brook, Rikugien Garden Tokyo

A Few More Bits from Mukojima Hyakkaen Garden

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2011

Today was a bit of a lovely day.  I didn’t get the chance to go out photographing today, but I did get out on my bicycle for a good hour.

A few more details from the Mukojima Hyakkaen Garden.

Hope you enjoy them.

Grass pon Rock, Mukojima Hyakkaen Garden

Sun In, Mukojima Hyakkaen Garden

Blue Eyes, Mukojima Hyakkaen Garden

MOZE in the Park, Sunnyside Walk

Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

I made up my mind to go on a little local stroll across the Maihama bridge to go to the community pool in order to beat the heat.  Sweat rolling down my temple I made my way across the bridge only to discover that the pool was closed for its twice a month cleaning.

So, after a quick lunch in the park lots of big black ants we journeyed over to the Nishi Kasai Community Outdoor pool to seek some refuge from the sun.  It was packed with families, kids, couples, and me.  It was a nice little escape just to float and let the water push me around.

On the little footbridge over the street my man MOZE had been there.  I can’t help myself.  I just got to collect photographs of MOZE’s tags.

Walking on the Sunnyside of Life

Freshly Buffed, Waiting

MOZE on the Bridge

Drippy MOZE

MOVE Throw Up, Nishi Kasai

Weeds and a Red Key

Wednesday, July 21st, 2010

Blazing sun baked this key till it turned red hot.  If the owner doesn’t find it quick it going to melt and become one with the bridge where I found it.  Some neighborhood weeds baking in the late afternoon sun.

Ever skyward

never really lost as long as you know who you are.

Red Key Bridge

Neighborhood Weeds

Dunking the Orange Disk Over the Keiyo

Monday, May 17th, 2010

I was fortunate to just catch the fire disk as it was slipping down to the horizon.  It was sinking fast over the Keiyo tracks, off to light the other side of the world.  It will soon be visible to my friends throughout the world as a hot orange morning.

Live up for all wether you day is just ending or beginning, for life is truly circular.

Dunking Over the Keiyo Line

Bahia Honda, The Edge of Forever

Sunday, December 27th, 2009

I have always planted my roots near the ocean.  I have never strayed far from what the sea has to offer my soul.  Whether it was the Gulf of Mexico, The Atlantic Ocean, San Francisco Bay, or all the way to Tokyo Bay, the blue green has been there for me to look out into the water and see myself.  At times, the murky water looks back and asks me questions.  We as a global community are tied to the sea.  We cannot escape these bonds.  We must nurture them so that the sea will be there for us.  I need the waters in my life to meditate, to align my compass in the proper direction. This is what Bahia Honda is for me.  The source I return to when I am lost.

I have traveled down there from Miami many times alone and other times with my wife, brother, and father.  There is something about the journey to the ocean’s edge driving down that long two-lane highway US 1 a mere 30 miles (48 kilometers) from Key West, Florida. Bahia Honda sits on the melding of the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic Ocean. These two masses of water create the gravitational spot of Bahia Honda State Park.  Most people just zip right on past it with their cars.  Few ever make that turn off on South US1 and into the tiny meditative locale.

Bahia Honda is an intersection where iron, concrete, sand, and tropical waters all meld into the extraordinary.  It is a last refuge one can travel to before there is nothing but endless ripples of water.  The manmade will slow return to its elements and meld with the sea.  We need to care for our seas.  We need to mend them when they are crying out for pain.

To stand at the edge of the quickly dilapidating bridge and stare off into my dreams of nearly 20 years ago is to be a youthful again. The location bridges my past into my unseen future.  Looking back and into the future with the eyes of my youthful days when the days were as infinite as the horizon.

My Analog Bridge to my Dreams

My Analog Bridge to my Dreams, 2009

Dad Reflecting out into the Ocean, Bahia Honda, 1992

Dad Reflecting out into the Ocean, Bahia Honda, 1992

Me and My Dad at Bahai Honda, 1992

Self Portrait with my Father at Bahia Honda, 1992

Vertical Bridge at Bahia Honda, 1992

Vertical Bridge, Bahia Honda, 1992

Pointing Palm Tree, Bahia Honda, 2000

Pointing Palm, Baha Honda, 2000

Jerry Reflecting at the Bridge, 2009

Jerry and Me, 2009

Palm @ Bahia Honda

Hugging Palm, 2009

Two Palms, Bahia Honda, 2009

Two Palms, 2009

The Edge of Forever, Bahia Honda,  2009

Edge of Forever, 2009

Big Blue Bahia

Big Blue Bahia, 2009

Bigged up on Caught in the Scramble Website

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

Much respect goes out to JJC at Caught in the Scramble  .  

JJC is a San Francisco Bay photographer who hits the concrete streets 

around the bay.  

Check out his latest blog entry lucid-pod-homestead 

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