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A Heart Full Day in Rainy Harajuku

Thursday, May 3rd, 2012

Heart Full Door, Harajuku

Harajuku is one of those places in Tokyo that I have a real love hate relationship with.  For most wether they are visitors from other countries or the Japanese themselves, Harajuku they love is full of teenage girls and boys playing dress up in and around Takeshita Street. Or the ultra brands like Gucci, Prada, and Luis Vuitton.  Often it is described as the gauge for what is happening in Japan’s fashion world.  For me, this is the part of Harajuku that just gives me the creeps and leaves me feeling empty.

It is too obvious.  Japan, crazy people, wearing lots of crazy clothes.  Being fiercely independent by all dressing alike.  Ok so there are a bunch of overly fashion obsessed kids around here, so now what?

What I actually dig about Harajuku are the little side streets that wind between Harajuku and Shibuya.  This is where cool little houses mingle with the most esoteric boutiques.  On this rainy day I was not disappointed.  I am always amazed that people live within a rock throw of the great teenage hordes.

On this rainy day in May, I still found some love to warm my heart.  A door to someone’s home had been tagged up with hearts.  Many many hearts.  Most of the hearts where smiling at me, so I smiled back at them.

Anyone who has spent a lot of time in Tokyo know that the real Tokyo lies hidden under the gloss of the tour books, and what the Japanese celebrate in their culture too.  The real Tokyo that captivates me is in these little backstreets that no one pays any attention to.  It is here on these wet backstreets that I found a door of hearts.  A door into my own heart.

Flower Full Door, Harajuku

 

Gated Jungle Home, Harajuku

 

Golden Hearted Opportunities to Come

Wednesday, January 18th, 2012

This lost and found object spoke to me on my way home from the station.  I haven’t been focusing too much on the lost and found items recently as I have been searching out new subjects.  However, this one spoke to me.

The tiny golden heart on a cold winter day was surrounded my the warm ring of fuzz.  The gold reflected the gentle dusk twilight.  As I looked into the heart I could see so much that is to come.  There are opportunities that will open up.

The unseen will be seen.  Those new subjects that I am searching for will be found.  Not only what I am searching for, but I pray that our communities will find them too.  There is so much distractions in the world.  People lust after the precious metals. Humans devour the earth in search for them.

But, this tiny scrap of gold is not what I desire.  In fact it is not what we all should be desiring.  We should be looking at the reflection.  We should be contemplating our path, and our place in this world.  We should be seeking our voice and perfection in what we choose to pursue.

Look into the golden heart. and see what it will show you.

Golden Hearted Fluff

Today I Found Revolutionary Love

Thursday, December 8th, 2011

Today was one of those days that I just didn’t want to get out of bed.  It was 6:30 in the morning and the skies were so overcast that it seemed like it was still night.  Not only was it rather gloomy outside, but it was pretty nippy for my south Floridian blood.  I struggled to get out of bed, and made my way to the kitchen to fix up a bowl of granola.  When I was sick I couldn’t eat any milk so I have been craving cereal over steaming oatmeal the last week or so.  I ate quickly as I caught the morning’s international news.  Waited at the bus stop which was more crowded than the day before.   I guess the people were preparing for the rainy weather that was going to come later in the day.

Even though I was wearing a big fluffy fleece hat, I put my headphones on and pushed play on Sekajipo and the Jungle’s first album Revolution of the Mind-State.  I thought that I needed a bit of a boost on this gray Thursday morning.  Sekajipo definitely delivered the goods and helped to elevate my spirits.

I was walking along the path with the song Revolutionary Love coming though my Sennheiser PX 200 headphones.  The vibrations were coming through so clear even though they had to pass though my fleece hat.  That is when I spotted a tiny heart on the side of the road.  A heart that had been placed there by some one.  It was an amazing synchronous moment.  I’ve got Sekajipo in my mind, singing about Revolutionary Love, and then I spy a heart.  I would have said that it was a lost heart.  One of the many lost and found items that I have taken over the years.  But today I saw this heart in completely new way.

This was not a lost heart.  It was a found heart.  It was part of the Revolutionary Love I have been searching for.  There it was.  The love had manifested itself in front of my lens.  Just another reason to be thankful.  I have found a bit of Revolutionary Love that I am sharing with all of you.

Revolutionary Love Found, Not Lost

Lost Key to Someone’s Heart

Friday, October 15th, 2010

Someone lost the key to their heart.

If it is anyones out there, please contact me.

It would be a shame if that heart can never be opened again.

Have a beautiful day of rest.

Lost Key Heart

Sweet Home, Narita

Thursday, August 26th, 2010

I was fortunate to take a break from Tokyo and head out into the countryside of Chiba to visit Naritasan Temple.  I went walking and exploring with Tomo.  The weather has hot.  The shade was cool.  Walking up and around the various buildings that make up the Naritasan complex, I couldn’t help but think of all the others that had done the same before me.  How many other visitors had been there, and left their footprints on the gravel, or a little wish for happiness.

I forget sometimes that there is another side to this place I live called Tokyo.  There are places still to go.  Other adventures to see.

Thanks Tomo for helping get me out of the big Shitty….I mean City….

Resting Brooms

On Green Pond, with Carp and Turtles

One Yen Heart

Locked Door, Naritasan Temple

Name Burst

The Other Side of Geometry

Friday, July 9th, 2010

There are two basic themes in my work these days.  One is seeing the shapes, and angles that make up the concrete metropolis that I inhabit.  The other, still based on shapes, but in an abstracted way.  That is what these images represent.  That same world close up.  That same world that plays with all the elements of image construction.

Fire Heart Katana

Forgotten Little Cloud Heart

Can't Stop Art in Blue

Stuck at the Crossroads

Heart Circle Fly Spiderella

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010

Rain and rained it did today.  It poured so hard that I couldn’t see out my window.  I do like the rain, as long as I am not caught in the middle of it.  I saw a common species that inhabits the streets of Tokyo after a big storm.  I have named this species the “Spiderella.”  They can be found by the side of the road, sprawled out soaking up the sun after the rain stops.

The Pure Heart, Lost for Now

Taking Flight into the Self

It All Comes Back Around

Spiderella

Square, Doll, Circle and other Randomless Connections

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

Yes, she does.  She’s had enough hot air being spilled by the tricksters out there in the world.  Even though she is lost, she isn’t LOST.  She still fully comprehends her situation.  She knows what is to be must be, and that she can change only those things that she can control.

Live it up, enjoy the simple pleasure of a circle, square, and a couple of dots.  Enjoy the elegant beauty of a heart that is screaming out for attention.  Hey look at me I’ve got heart too.

Enjoy, live it up to the fullest.  Each and every single day.

Lost Doll and the Bokeh Politrickster

Scratch My Heart, Hope to Live

Push, the Key

Square, Rectangle, Circle, Dot, Dot

Monday Slices

Monday, April 19th, 2010

A litte bit lost, a little bit running into the wall, that is a typical Monday for most.  This poor super hero got a HUGE heart, but he is lost and waiting for his familiar sidekick to return.  A key, to what, for whom?  Only the owner would know.  Some authentic fake urban nature.

Got to love Mondays, or do we?

Lost Super Beat with a Heart

Urban Nature with Hata and Stone

The Key to Under the Overpass

They Call it Banana Love

Thursday, January 21st, 2010

Looking closely to the world that we all inhabit is key to our survival as a species.  How many people past this banana peel today with out noticing it?  Who stopped, stared at it and pondered what the meaning of it is to them?  Who wrote this on the peel?  Why did I stop and stare into the soul of a banana?

With all the terrible disasters and hated still in this world, we need to stop and pay homage to the good.  We all have the potential to do both.  Shine the light on what is good, and open your heart to the love that surrounds us.  Together we can all make substantial changes in the way the world functions.  Let us all create the world that we all want to live in.

They call it Banana Love . . .  or at least that is what they used to call it.

They Call it Banana Love

Lost Pikachu and the Bokeh Dog

Placed Bracelet and Bicylcle Lock

Lost My Heart in Urayasu

Thursday, December 24th, 2009

ahhhhh, I really did!

Lost My Heart in Urayasu

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