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Giza Feline Chillin in the Afternoon Sun

Friday, June 28th, 2013

Stylish Ginza Cat with a Two VInyl Umbrella Home

This kitty is feline Ginza royalty.  His domain included two see-through vinyl umbrellas that keep the rainy season downpours off his black and white fur.  There he sat on top of a simple box covered with some comfy material.  He was comfortably situated between an urban relic of a wall and a vinyl covered chain link fence.

This one rules the backstreets of Ginza.  Never bothered by the meandering tipsy businessmen or the fashion conscience women.  None of it matters to him.

“Just give me a cool place to have an audience with my subject.” he replied slickly to my question.  The royal one wasn’t phased by my questioning.  I might have been speaking in an alternatively laced universe, but somehow we understood each other.

I knew my audience was quickly coming to an end, and I asked politely if I may have the honor of the royal one sitting for a portrait.  With a resounding “Nyao,” he granted permission.  I framed the feline, pressed the shutter and thanked him deeply for his time.  I bowed and exited from his domain.

 

All Gone, All of It

Monday, June 10th, 2013

All Gone, All of It

 

The saga continues.  The hovel is gone.  The trees that reached towards the skies are gone.  The scaffolding and the vinyl is gone.  There is nothing left of the the store that once was.   All we are left with are is the semi-leveled earth.

Last week I was pleased that at least the trees had been spared, but that pleasing sensation gave way to dread as I passed by the location today to find a utterly empty lot.  The tree had been completely uprooted and disposed off.  A larger tree that was in the backyard was only a stump today.

All gone, all of it.

 

The Hovel is No More

 

 

Y Tree with Crumbling Home

The Hovel is No More

Monday, June 3rd, 2013

The Hovel is No More

 

The space is the same.  The fence is the same.  The fork in the tree trunk is the same.  Now the hovel that was there is gone.  It is only a flattened piece of land.  It was sad to see it go but it was so decrepit that it was better to be leveled than left to crumble into itself in the next shaker.

Good bye!  It was a pleasure gazing at your corrugated siding, and your sliding windows.  I will miss you.
Y Tree with Crumbling Home

Flowers Know No Boundaries

Monday, April 16th, 2012

Flowers Know No Boundaries

Flowers know no boundaries.  They do not get caught up with the artificial borders that humans set up against each other.  The flowers know whats really up. Boundaries are only lines that are drawn on a map.  We humans give them meaning, but to the fauna world they might as well be invisible.  Well, in fact they usually are, unless, walls, fences, or barbed wire has been laid.

The wind know no boundaries too.  The wind scoops the tiny flowers of next spring in its arms and blows them across the world.  Fences never stand in their way.  Wall are overcome by simply going up and over.

The flowers instinct to survive and lay seeds for the next generation is an amazing force of nature.  Nothing can stop them from seeking the warmth of the ground to seep their roots.

They know no boundaries.  They are flowers.  They are all powerful in their simple exquisite perfection.

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Manicured Bushes in Tokyo

Monday, November 14th, 2011

Still feel like I’m in recovery mode so I decided to take a little stroll in my neighborhood.  Minamikasai is a quiet little neighborhood.  At one end lies the high rise development built in the 1970s called Nagisa New Town.  A mix of small houses, small apartments and a few large mansion condo types.  It is where I wander around peeping out the use of green spaces in the neighborhood.

This one was a tiny garden planted in about 30 centimeters of space with two beautifully manicured bushes racing towards the sky.  Making good use of the little green spaces we have here in Tokyo.

Skewered Tree Fence Garden, Minamikasai, Tokyo, Japan

The Return of the Angel’s Trumpet Blossoms

Wednesday, October 26th, 2011

The light was perfect today as it was yesterday.  The temperature has begun to dig down a bit and the air had really started to dry out.  This image was taken yesterday in the yellowish afternoon light.  The clear unobstructed light provided a great proving ground for my new Ricoh GRIV.  It has so far risen to the challenge and is exceeding my expectations in being able to capture the world that I am presently trodding through.

The angel’s trumpet flowers have returned.  They were in full bloom 2 months ago.  This one was so full of the tubular yellow bells that I just had to cross the street to photograph it.  Is it heralding the return of the messiah?  Only the Creator knows the answer to that.  In the meantime, I will continue to walk this beautiful earth and reacting to that world through the creative process.  I hope to be as strong as this tree that is thriving between a wall and a fence.  In that little bit of room it has made its home and is radiating beauty out into the community.

Angel Trumpet Flower, Second Time Around

Autumn in May?

Tuesday, May 31st, 2011

For anyone out there that thinks this whole global warming is a joke, should have been in Tokyo today.  The air for, for almost june, was downright chilly.  I had to pull the sweatshirt out again by the time I got back to my home.  I am not complaining.  I am glad that is a bit on the chilly side, because it sure beats it being on the hot and humid side.

It felt rather odd, to see some of the hydrangeas about to bloom and be zipped up in a windbreaker, trying to stay warm.  The flowers are there.  I have begun to spot some fruit starting to ripen on the trees and bushes.  All this in weather that I thought we left behind four weeks ago.  Enjoy it why you can.

…this psalm has been on my mind today…

55 verse 6 If I had the wings of a dove, I would fly away, and be at rest.

stay upfull world!

White Fragrant Porpeller

Red Bush Fence

Bokeh in the Afternoon

Wednesday, May 25th, 2011

After quite a number of small aftershocks last night, I was ready to have a peaceful day.  The weather was gorgeous at least.  I could rock a short sleeve shirt and be totally comfortable.

There was, as far as I could tell, only one smallish aftershock that happened between 9 and 10 a.m.  I was the only one who noticed that the ground was moving and the lights were swaying.  I guess my internal sense of balance is just ultra sensitive to the movement.  I don’t think I will ever get use to them, but I will, hopefully, learn to live with the aftershocks in some sort of harmony.

The walk back though my neighborhood was exceptionally pleasant today.  The air was cool and dry as the sun was quickly dropping to the horizon.  I could take pleasure in watching the light change its hues as it continued to race towards other worlds.  It was a great day, to look closely and let the bokeh (that beauty of having part of an image out of focus) come out and play.

False Yellow

Into the White Buds

Tamiami Trail, Windows, Fences and Graffiti

Wednesday, March 9th, 2011

I spent a bit time on 8th Street on the west side that is often known as Tamiami Trail.  A post office that has shuttered its doors.  And a little further down the trail there was a great little lawnmower repair shop under high security that had been pieced by graffiti writers.  The gumbo stew that is Miami.

Lawnwower Repair, Chain Link Fence and Graffiti

Ed States Office for Rent, Tamiami Station Miami Florida, 8th Street

Cargo Cult, Tokyo Stylings

Wednesday, February 2nd, 2011

Stacks and stacks of cargo waiting in a holding pen in the Shinagawa port.  Wonder where they are all from, and what they contain.

Cargo Cargo Fence, Shinagawa Port

Waiting for the Watchman Under the Station

Saturday, October 16th, 2010

Lots to be seen under and around the tracks at Tsudanuma station.  Just let yourself wander around and see what there is to be seen.

The Watchman Watches

Time Tested Construction

Urban Gardening with Air Conditioner

Uncrowded Intersection

Windy Hood

Thursday, August 12th, 2010

I wanted to go into central Tokyo today but the weather decided otherwise and I just walked around my neighborhood while the wind whipped around me.  My neighborhood sits of the edge of Tokyo Bay.  Being in such close proximity to the water is a blessing.  The breeze blows in, the ocean smell sometimes drifts in though the open windows.

These are the things I see everyday.

They are the beauty in the most ordinary objects.

They are my hood.

Forrest House

Beyond Gates

No Bicycle, Red Door, Blue Net

Ticky Tacky and the Solo Broom

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

The skies have been threatening all day.  The sun seemed to have set today in the late afternoon rather than the evening; this being said, I still managed to click off a few shots in between dodging the scattered falling drops.  A further investigation into brooms.  I seem to be seeing them at every turn these days.

Standing Solo

Ticky Tacky

Cement Wall Bush

Walls and Barriers are Meant to be Overcome

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

There are all sorts of obstacles that are put in front of our paths on a daily basis.  Some of these walls are placed there by energies beyond our comprehension.  Others we place in our way by our own minds.  Neither of these barriers should stop us from reaching the other side.  There is always away over, around, or straight though the wall.  One must look at each one as a challenge and realize that the solution is simpler than we cold ever imagine.

So break though those walls.

If you have to venture straight though without pondering the solution.

They are only constructions of steel, concrete and wood.

Nature Repeating It's self

Plant Wall 15-6

Fence Wall Obscurity

Geometrical State of Mind

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

These days I seem to be tipping my hat to the old masters with my obsession with shape and forms in my photographs.  The geometrical shapes are popping out at me from all sides of the road.  It is almost if i see the shapes first and then what they actually represent second.

I do not mind this obsession.  Only by working on the obsession can I figure out why I have become fixated on shapes.  The more I photograph and construct the images in this way, the closer I can begin to fit all the pieces of the puzzle together.

I hope I didn’t go off on too much of a tangent.

Air Conditioned Construction

Window Squared Garden Door

Six Strikes

A House Divided

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