I spot I have frequently returned to under the bridge between Urayasu and Kasai.  There was graffiti i photographed there perhaps ten 8 years ago.  The graffiti is still there, even though it has faded quite a bit.  Just quirky, and irrelevant, but  I still am drawn to them.

Rusty, Crusty, and hidden away in a little workshop in my hood.

The skies began to turn purple as I was Walking back home from the station.

The clouds rolled in so fast for a moment I thought I was back in the San Fran Bay Area,

rather than the Tokyo Bay Area.  The clouds swallowed the sun whole.  POOF the warmth was

gone.  Then a eye opened up and Gabriel smiled at me.  I smiled back.

Thursday afternoon in Kasai, Tokyo Japan

Yesterday the skies darkened, and spring vanished .  The rain came down continuously from the heavens. Never letting up.  Never slowing down.  As the thermometers plunged, I braced myself for a bit of a stroll in the rain.

Rainy, Wet and Cold.

Sometimes I feel like I 

can’t find my way home.