To twist a title from Fishbones album, the reality of where I live really hit me over the last couple days.  After coming from the lush tropics of Hawaii I have had to adjust to a jungle that is made up of concrete, iron and faded plastics.  Where ever I step here in Tokyo the land has been devoured by man.  There are a few patches of green, some islands that are called parks, but for the most part in my day to day life there isn’t any.

So, sit back and join me in the concrete reality of my surroundings.

Just next to Ginza lies Shimbashi station.

A famous old used camera shop stood on one of

its corners for many years.  Now gone.

Grey, Hot, Concrete

After my Florida dreaming the other day, it back to the reality of my concrete

surroundings.  Bounced on down to Shibuya for a crowded afternoon amongst the throngs

of people.  Concrete, coming down and going up, alls busy in Shibuya.