Spherical in Nature

Thursday, June 14th, 2012

Spherical in Nature

Life turns in on itself.

Never a true beginning

Never an final ending.

Only circular stages.

All life is spherical in nature.

Opened souls see without vision.

Seeds disperse to the winds, settle in the earth, spread the next generation.

Spherical cycles with no beginning and no end.


Sitting Pretty in the Rain

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010

This lone clear vinyl umbrella was sitting pretty in the cold rain this morning.  As the commuters all shuffled off to work muttering how cold it was under their breath this one umbrella just paused for a rest under a tree.  Never to be forgotten, and not smoking it sat and watched all the people hustle into the station.

No Smoking Umbrella

Monday Dreaming of Saturday

Monday, October 25th, 2010

The overcast chilly weather has soaked me to my bones.  I long for those beautiful blue skies of Saturday.

Bottle Gate Flower

Trying to be Square

I’m Going Back to Ichikawa, to Ichikawa

Tuesday, October 5th, 2010

Back to my afternoon stomping grounds of Ichikawa.  I had missed her over the summer as I spent most of my time in Tokyo.  It still amazes me that I can walk the same streets and still find something I haven’t seen before, or see something in a way of seeing that I hadn’t noticed.  It is definitely a challenge for my sensability as a photographer.

Vine Culture

Stepping Spider Cone

A Creature of Wood and Metal

All He Wants is to be Just Like his Big Brothers

Thursday, September 23rd, 2010

All this poor guy wants in the whole entire world is to be like his older brothers.  He tries and he tries, yet somehow deep in his heart he knows that he will never quite fit in.  Its, “Ok, little cone” I say.  You don’t have to be like them.  All you have to do is to shine one and just be yourself.

He Just Wants to be Like his Older Brothers

There is More than One Way Home

Thursday, September 23rd, 2010

The sun was roasting at a high of 36 yesterday as I wondered back to my home.  We are promised that it was the last day of hot weather as this morning I awoke to cooling rain splattering on my window.

I had the time, so I chose another way home from the station.  I wanted to see what there was to be seen as the mercury still read 30 degrees at 4 in the afternoon.  All these souls living in such proximity to one another.  Literally the people live stacked on top of one another.  Japan, and Tokyo in particular, is a vertical society where the souls are layered like Lego blocks in perfected geometry.

Cubicle Living

Perfection in Electronics

Not So Quiet

Note Paper of Life

Saturday, April 17th, 2010

Cameras are a tool I use to express myself.  I have always felt comfortable with on in my hand.  The camera has given me the freedom to go out into the world, and see the world though an extension of my heart.  I have been able to cultivate and explore the interconnectedness and symbiotic nature of that world.  It is like writing down in my journal. A visual journal created with pixels, and oxides.  Line by line, page by page or frame by frame they all build a story of my life.  Sometimes I wonder why I bother.  But that notion is quickly squashed when I over that I have no choice.  I must go out into the world and find my voice, and record those interactions in images.

Click after click

Day after Day.

Line by handwritten Line

Lined Sign Reflected Self, Note Paper of Life

Fifty Yen Coin, Waiting by the Vending Machine

Composition with Dots, Lines and Rectangles

Polka Dotted After the Storm

Bullet Hole

Monday, December 28th, 2009

It is a rare sight to see a bullet hole in Japan.  Granted these were probably caused by a BB gun’s bullet, and not a black powder cartridge.  Still, the all too familiar concave exit hole told the Miamian in me what it was.  I wonder who and why it was done.

Stripes, Cone and a Bullet Hole

A Rare Bullet Hole

The Four King Cones of Roppongi

Tuesday, April 28th, 2009

I came across these kings as i wandered the back streets of Roppongi.

They held court for any who would trespass into their kingdom.



Four Cones of Roppongi

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