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Pomegranates and Spiked Headed Pinkness

Saturday, November 26th, 2011

The weather continues to be changeable.  I never quite know what to expect from day to day.  The skies in Japan are so clear this time of year that I can often see all the way to Mt. Fuji.  Sometimes it is just a lofty silhouette in the setting sun.  It is a reminder that I am in the land of the rising sun, and not anywhere else on this planet.

Strolling back to the station in the afternoon sun I came across a pomegranate tree with its fruit so ripe that the pomegranates were bursting open and spilling their juicy arils on to the ground.  These succulent red hues were filled with the potential to bring forth another life.  They all have the chance, under the right conditions, to grow into a lovely mature tree.  As I looked up at the fruit still hanging from its branches I wondered what will happen to them.  Will the owner come out and harvest them to feed his family and others?  Or, will they just be left to rot on the branch?  What about the seeds that fell onto the asphalt?  Surely, they won’t be able to sprout into a new tree.  Will the local wildlife in this quite suburb on the outskirts of metropolitan Tokyo come along for a juicy snack.

I find myself thinking about these issues these days and how they relate to my life.  How I try, and many people I know, go out into the world trying to spread goodness.  How much of that goodness will find the fertile soil to be able to grow into a fully formed accomplishment.  Will our labors of love be able to bring forward fruit from the tiny seeds that they came from.  It always feels good to know that the seeds one has planted gathers the water and nutrients to return with fruit.

Just some issues, topics that are wandering around in my lucidly communicating mind.

Pomegranate Arils Bursting

Urban Ledge Cluster Flower

Spreading Pomegranate Seed

Pre Autumn Burst of Red

Tuesday, September 27th, 2011

The temperature may have dropped in Tokyo, but the autumn leaves have yet to arrive.  I am not complaining, I am immensely thankful for the cool weather that I have breezing in through my windows.  I am, however, anticipating the changing leaves.  Those colors that dance on my lens as the long rays of autumn light struggle to reach earth.

Today I kept my eye peeled for any signs of the changing leaves to come.  Have the tips of any leaves started to morph into those autumn hues?  Not yet.  They will come soon enough.  In the meantime I found a bush of these flowers tucked behind a huge hydrangea bush at a small buddhist temple.  They are just a taste of the colors that are to come.  I give thanks for all the bursting colors of summer that are still hanging on into autumn.

Autumn Red Flower Burst

Sweet Home, Narita

Thursday, August 26th, 2010

I was fortunate to take a break from Tokyo and head out into the countryside of Chiba to visit Naritasan Temple.  I went walking and exploring with Tomo.  The weather has hot.  The shade was cool.  Walking up and around the various buildings that make up the Naritasan complex, I couldn’t help but think of all the others that had done the same before me.  How many other visitors had been there, and left their footprints on the gravel, or a little wish for happiness.

I forget sometimes that there is another side to this place I live called Tokyo.  There are places still to go.  Other adventures to see.

Thanks Tomo for helping get me out of the big Shitty….I mean City….

Resting Brooms

On Green Pond, with Carp and Turtles

One Yen Heart

Locked Door, Naritasan Temple

Name Burst

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