The power of the nature to fight back is lovely to witness, in

this metropolis called Tokyo.

Fight the Power that be, with flowers

Rust, Neglect, Rain, all add to the decay in the streets.

The beautiful aging that only time and the elements will bring to the streets.

Gates to keep up in, and gates to keep You out.

Details from a stroll in ichikawa.

They might be left behind, but they are still waiting.

Waiting for who?  you might ask.  Go ahead and ask, it’s ok with me.

waiting and waiting for it to take shape and happen.

More from the random rundown backstreets of Ichikawa.

Signs are used to point us in a direction.

What is the direction we need to go?

Where do these signs point us to?

3 more images from my stroll in the sun from Friday.  

As I sit with my sliding door wide open I can feel the cool wet

weather to come.  I look forward to the cool, but I am not crazy about

the wet.

It has been 3 months since I walked down Duval Street with Jerry.   A beautiful breezy day in the most south one can get in Florida with out hopping on a boat.  The boom of bass coming from a convertible.  The lazy breezy days on a patio with paint slowly peeling away.  The picket fence that is slowly dissolving to gray.  The bicycle that floats from up above.   I miss you Key West.

Lovely warm summer day, luckily not too hot, yet.

So as I set off for Ichikawa station, I turned right, where I usually turned

left and discovered a cool old part of town, or as the Japanese say “下町”

Lots of beautiful old buildings.  You know the kind, don’t you?  The kind of building

thats been around so long the patina just pulls you on in.  The combinations of wood, copper, and rust.

I am a sucker for it all.

Open the door and come on in.

There is little to see, actually there are just some weeds, safety cones and a slab of concrete.

But pay it no mind, let the mind wonder on in, and see what is shall see.