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Promise Acorn

Friday, April 20th, 2012

Promise Acorn [約束どんぐり]

There is a promise contained within the tough head of every acorn.  This promise has been handed down from generation after generation.  If the acorn find its way to the earth, becomes buried under the moist ground, is given thirst quenching water it too can grow into a mighty oak tree.

Nature’s covenant has been written into an acorn’s DNA structure.  If the natural progression is followed then the acorn can become a tree.  Yes that’s right, can.  There is no guarantee that all the elements needed to bring the seed to fruition will occur.  The acorn must adhere to nature’s laws to sprout into a mighty oak.

I could endlessly stare up and marvel at the mighty oak tree, and be reminded that it was once just an acorn at natures whim.

We can take measures to help the acorn along the way.  We can plant the acorn in soil.  Feed it the elixir of water.  Plant a barrier to keep the wind at bay in its youth.

Again, these acts can help the acorn to flourish, but a squirrel could come along and snatch it up for its long winter supper.  There are no guarantees.  There is the possibility for obstacles to cut the acorn’s life short.

There is always the promise, we have to live up to the promise.  Help nourish that promise along the way, and have faith that the roots will seep deep, and the branches will grow strong.

Remember the promise.

 

 

Ice Fungi has Sprung Again in Japan

Saturday, January 28th, 2012

Ice Fungi, Ice Needles しもばしら【霜柱】01

The ice fungi has again sprung again in Japan.  I have never seen them before coming to Japan.  In reality they have a a given name of ice needles or ice columns, but I still prefer my given word of ice fungi.  They seemingly sprout over night when the conditions are just right.  In fact there are so many creative names given to this phenomenon:  ice castles, frost castles, ice fringes, ice filaments, ice flowers, ice ribbons, frost flowers,  and rabbit ice.  All so beautiful, but again I got to go with my my heart and I just love the sound of ice fungi.

Those conditions are the ground is not frozen, but the surrounding air is below the freezing point.  The water is quickly crystalized out of the ground and freeze in the air.  Leaving behind stunning patterns of ice that sprout forth out the ground.  They often have little earthen heads, which agains leads me to call them ice fungi.

They are tiny.  So tiny most people shuffle on by with out paying them any notice.  For me, they freeze me in my tracks, and I have to get down on my hands and knees to peep them in their frozen beauty.  The patterns, and variations are endless.

The mysteries of the world are sometimes right there in our field of vision.  The choice is ours if we choose to see what is right there.  Or, are we just going to pass them on by like the sleeping masses.

Ice Fungi, Ice Needles しもばしら【霜柱】02

 

Ice Fungi, Ice Needles しもばしら【霜柱】03

Winter Weeds in Ichikawa

Saturday, December 24th, 2011

Winter is here with a vengeance.  Even though as I type this blog, my window is slightly ajar to let in some fresh air and that amazing yellow light.  I know the light will not last to much longer as the days are short.  The cold air comes quickly and I will be bundled up and headed for my homemade kotatsu (heated table).

These weeds on the concrete embankment of a small river is Ichikawa caught my eye the other day.  Their roots had managed to edge themselves into the cracks in the cement and had been able to grow strong and powerful.  They were reaching for that winter sunlight that makes me marvel.  They are survivors.  They have managed to eek out an existence in the inhospitable of places.  Actually they aren’t really struggling, they are thriving in this urban environment.

To be a weed.  To grow strong in the sunshine and make its home where ever its seed shall land.

Winter Weed, Riverside, Ichikawa

Bouquet Pon Wall Pon Slime Pon Camera

Sunday, October 2nd, 2011

Harmony is a word we like to know but we rarely see it in practice.  How do two things that shouldn’t be in harmony with each other get to be?

I found one answer the other day as I was wondering along a wall in Chiba Prefecture. The large cement wall probably had been built to hold back the hillside from sliding into the houses that are packed in one right next to each other.  The large poured concrete wall had a few drainage pipes built into the wall in order to release some of the rain water that saturates the hillside.  In some of these drainage pipes a perfect plant bouquet was packed in.  The plant was thriving on the water that was filtering in through the mud and out through the concrete wall.  It was a pure harmonious relationship.  The wall and mus supplied the water and nutrients needed to sustain the bouquet’s life.  The plant in return added to the simple aesthetic beauty of the poured concrete.  Together they were able to capture my lens.  They were able to communicate with me about their relationship.

Yes, objects communicate with each other, and they also communicate with me.  It is a triangular relationship between the objects I focus in on, the camera that allows me to capture it, and the spirit that allows me to communicate with all sides of the process.

Lucid communication, thats what it is all about.

Wall Bouquet Slick

Vine Pon Wall Pon Pipe

Wall Bouquet 01

Shrooming in the Morning Sun

Saturday, July 9th, 2011

The rains seem to come and go these days.  We are suppose to be having a rainy season now, but it looks like mostly the southern islands of Japan have been getting most of the rain.  We have had some, but nothing like it should be.  However, one of the upsides of the rain, are the proliferation of little mushrooms that just sprout up over night .  I am always amazed at how quickly nature works.  One day there is nothing, the next there is one that is just shrooming in the morning sun.

Shrooming in the Morning Sun

More First Fruits on the Vine

Tuesday, July 5th, 2011

The vineyard is a time old tradition going back thousands of years.  Growing the grapes that will become wine.  Wine used in celebrations and rituals around the world.  The vineyard holds a special place in my heart. I am not exactly sure why.  When living in the San Francisco Bay Area, I used to love to drive about an hour north into the Napa and Sonoma Wine Valleys.  The golden tinged dusty hills were alive with row upon row of vines.  It was always a great get away from the hustle of the Bay Area.

I really know nothing about the wine making process, other than the fact that the final product I like.  I can never remember the varietals, vintages or vineyard’s wine that I like.  Only that when I open a bottle, either I like it or I don’t.

It was a friendly little reminder to come a across a tiny urban grapevine growing up and over a door in an urban setting.  To see the purple hues of the grapes as they start to produce those desired sugars.  Made me think back to my life before Japan.  My life when I could jump in the car and in less than an hour I was riding among the vines.  Or I could turn east, and drive up into the Sierra Nevadas.  California really does have it all.

A big shout out to all my peeps still in Cali.  Genie! JJC!!  Shay!!  Dubfly!!

Grape Vine pon Wall

Before the Wine

Under the Macro Monday

Monday, April 26th, 2010

The day started off lovely enough.  The sun was high overhead and the warmth filtered though my skin and into my bones.  On by daily stroll to and from the station, I paused to take stock the rest i had been blessed with over the weekend.  I felt energized, and all lit up around me.  I looked closely, real close to see what was in store for my lens today.  Macro, the minute detail, enlarged to be observed by the viewer.

The one powerful seed that was begun the process of breaking down the wall.  Making Babylon crumble to the ground.  It is just a weed.  Something others will just uproot.  I just want to see it grow and prosper.

Enlarge it up so that you can see the inter connections of the world.

Lost Pendant and Keys on Ticket Machine

Slipping Though the Cracks of Babylon

Lost Bubble Key Chain, Urayasu

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