dusk

Summer Heat, Sun Shower with a Prize

Sunday, July 7th, 2013

Double Rainbow with Pot of Apartment, Kasai, Tokyo, Japan

 

The sun blazed the tops of my feet till they tingled.

Wind blew, and blew across the low lying Kasai hood.

Skies were full of golden sun.

The skies roared from the cloudless heavens.

Splat, splat, splat the cooling relief came down.

The Apartment of Gold was anointed with a double colored spectrum.

All on a hot summer dusk.

<a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidcommunication/9230528940/” title=”Double Rainbow Summer Dreaming by jacob schere [in the 03 strategically planning], on Flickr”><img src=”http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5479/9230528940_ffe0d5624f.jpg” width=”500″ height=”500″ alt=”Double Rainbow Summer Dreaming”></a>

 

Tokyo, Babylon, 2013 CE

Wednesday, June 5th, 2013

Tokyo, Babylon, June 6, 2013 CE

 

As the sun quickly faded from the sky I found myself gazing down upon Tokyo from 55 stories up.  It is mind boggling how Tokyo spreads from horizon to horizon.  The blinking red lights warning low flying aircraft hypnotized me.

Masses of concrete and steel reaching ever higher and higher.  One day will they all crumble onto themselves?

The wind whipped my face as we continued to look out over Babylon.  It all of its beautiful glitzy horror, I couldn’t turn away.

All of these life stories stacked one on top of another.  Marginalized, segmented, separate yet utterly together.

Tokyo is the land where I have pitched my tent.  I am the stranger in a strange land.

Thankful to the East Towards Jerusalem, and the West Towards Japan

Saturday, March 16th, 2013

Thankful to the East Towards Jerusalem, Over Miami South Beach

 

There should always be time set aside everyday to be thankful for all that we have.  A quiet time to reflect on the day and to give thanks for being given the opportunity to explore the Creators universe.

I stood on the windswept sands of Miami South Beach I couldn’t help but think that these same waves came all the way from Africa.  Moreover, the waves could have passed though the Rock of Gibraltar in the Mediterranean on the way from the edge of Israel.  Just a five minute walk from the craziness of spring break revealers I found the beach deserted and I could be alone in my meditations.

I turned around to view the sun setting behind the art deco hotels on Collins Avenue.  An amazing display of G-d’s wonder was on display in the sky.  The light danced as the thin clouds streaked across fields of blue.

I am thankful for all the the Most High, Abba, has done for me.

Take the time to be thankful.  Thank all that service you.  Remember to thank the Creator for letting us to continue to explore this universe.

 

Thankful to the West Towards Japan, Over Miami South Beach

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.

 

Lunar Seagull Twilight Waltz

Wednesday, October 24th, 2012

Moon Seagull Twilight Waltz Over Tokyo Bay

As we get deeper into autumn the twilight creeps up so quickly.  It seems as if the golden moments of the setting sun fade into night.  The moon was out early this evening high in the sky.  Seagulls waltzed under rippled skies.  The luna in all its majesty smiler a happy one as it too watched the aerial display.

Swooping down on its dinner the birds would skim the water.  Looking for that meal so that they could be satisfied.  All under the moons watchful eye.  The more terrestial rippled clouds gave way to a obsidian water.

They danced.  I watched.  The sun continued to set.

 

Skirting the Typhoon

Monday, September 17th, 2012

Limited Infinity, Kasai Rinkai Park

As the typhoon Sanba passed over Okinawa and headed over to Korea we on honshu were treated to some sporadic sun showers. I spent most of the day on the computer so as the sun was dropping from the sky I hopped on my cycle and headed out towards Kasai Rinkai Park.

The wind was blowing as I crept under the bridge and over to the park.  Today was a holiday in Japan so the park was crowded with families, friends and lovers.  The clouds were moving quickly as they brushed past the horizon.

People were sitting about on the edge of the water watching the spectacle unfold before us all. A beautiful end to a day filled with sunshine, rain, sweet breezes and clouds.

Skirting the Typhoon, Kasai Rinkai Park

Beginning Tone

Saturday, July 28th, 2012

 

Beginning Tone

The sun sets in the far west.  We are never at the location were the sun dips behind the bending horizon, we are only able to chase the dream with our sight.  For many people the sun going down is the end of the day, and in some respect it is.  I am not alone in the view that the setting sun is the beginning of the day.

It is a difficult concept to wrap our heads around when we are bombarded with technical information 24 hours a day.  We live in society that keeps time to the billionth of a second.  This unnatural time keeping has caused society to be out of sync with the world.  Modern society prefers to keep it’s rhythm to the ping of a smartphone rather than the song of a cicada.  Our ancestors used the movement of  heavenly bodies to keep time.  They watched the heavens for the their time keeping.

I struggle to keep time as our ancestors did.  Does it make sense for a day to begin in the middle of the night?  I prefer to think of the day from sundown to sundown, when I can.  Even though it goes against what most of society is doing, it helps me to keep connected to my roots in this age of streaming digital ones and zeros.

It is quite simple the sun sets, the day begins.

As the day begins, our lives continue on the paths that we have set for our selves.  I will build a path from roughly hewn stones and earth.  Building the path that suits who I am.  It will be my path to build and journey on.  It is only beginning.

 

Due West Down Mastin Lake Road, Huntsville, Alabama

Saturday, March 31st, 2012

Due West on Mastin Lake Road, Huntsville, Alabama

Time has shifted into another realm over the last couple of days.  After the marathon drive from south Florida to Huntsville, Alabama with my brother my concept of time has reverted to a more raw state.

I can’t count the hours.  I don’t feel the minutes.  All I know is that I am surrounded by people that love me.  And some of these people I am meeting for the first time.  It really doesn’t matter.  The love surrounding us has altered my perception of it.

It is beautiful to walk around an unknown neighborhood and just be.  To look at how the Alabamians decorate their yards, paint their houses, and walk down the street.

To watch the colors liquify in the sky as the sun sets over Mastin Lake Road in the foothills of the appalachian mountains.  So beautiful and in all places, Alabama.

Just a taste of the beauty and the love that surrounds us at this moment in our lives.

Peace to all on this shabbat before passover!

 

I Love Central Park Anytime

Tuesday, March 6th, 2012

Central Park Shine

Most peoples’s image of central park are like that of the movies.  A romantic getaway with in New York’s concrete jungle, or the view runs the other way in which it is a place where you will get jumped after dark.

For me it lies somewhere between the two.  It is an amazing place to wander around and forget that you are in one of the worlds largest metropolises.  There are castles, lakes, fields, rambling hills.  The list is endless what one can find with in Central Park.

I did a photo shoot of the Allies there yesterday, but I need more time to go through them and sort out the top shots.  So, for now this image one the park will inspire.

As always, more to come.

 

Farewell Ichikawa, Japan, Till April

Tuesday, January 17th, 2012

I walked those Ichikawa streets for the last time for a few months today.  The sun’s rays were growing long, and the light was just perfect.  Sometimes, I just see, and observe how quickly the light changes around this time of day.

It is around that time of day, that a few minutes, even a few seconds can make the difference between the most amazing light and just in the shadows.  I love watching those changes.  Light, and seeing light has become integral part of what makes up life.

I wonder to myself, how can people just walk by with out seeing how amazing the light is.  I know other photographers know what I am talking about.  Golden, yellow, orange, white, they are all there.  All one has to do is pause and just open your heart, and see what is happening all around you.

So, for now, I bid a sweet farewell to Ichikawa.  Goodbye!  Take care!  I will walk your streets again come April.

Till April Ichikawa

Being a Survivor

Monday, January 9th, 2012

It is sometimes hard to view myself as a survivor, but being part of life is a struggle.  Being able to maintain, strive and hopefully thrive is surviving.  I may have not have gone through some of what life’s more terrible dishing outs, but that doesn’t mean that our own personal troubles are any less real to us.

I think of this flower here on the edge of Tokyo bay.  It has somehow manages to wiggle its roots between the cracks in the concrete.  Not only was it able to get its roots in where there is no soil, but it has managed to be whipped by the winds, battered by the storms, and somehow bloomed in the middle of winter.  Now that is what I call a survivor.  If this weed can do it, so can we all.

First step survive, second step, learn to thrive.

Bayside Survivor: a Weeded Beauty

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

End of Another Day in Tokyo

Wednesday, April 20th, 2011

As I was ridding the train home the purple clouds were rolling in, with the promise of more rain.  The skies and the hushed hues made for a lovely end to a day that seemed to keep on going.

After being awoken twice in the night by aftershocks that were relatively close to where I live.  And also being awoken by nightmares of more quakes, I was so pleased to see the velvet skies on my way home.

The skyline in the distance seemed to stretch from one end of the earth to another.  The clouds seemed heavy as they pushed down on the skyline, and the ground was still, for once.

I figure that the days, and weeks ahead will be like this.  Sometimes I will not be able to get a good nights sleep, but others I will be blessed by catching a snow capped Mt. Fuji on my commute.  There are still things to learn, and to explore.

In all it was just another end of a day in Tokyo.

Sky Hole in Tokyo

Just the End of the Day in Tokyo

Urbanistic Bliss: Finger Painted Sky

Sunday, October 17th, 2010

The time was 5:15 in the p.m.  The place is Minami Kasai where I dwell, and lay my head to rest at night this little micro miracle occurred.

I noticed the buildings across the way reflecting a beautiful orange light.  Turned my head to see where the light was coming from to be blessed to see that intersection of the urban and the mystic with a sky in all it’s finger painted glory.

Cliche, but so true.

Urbanistic Bliss

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