Arbitrary Line in Time

Thursday, January 5th, 2012

The clock moved from one year to the next.  I am not sure what it really means.  If we think in geological time there is no difference between 2011 and 2012.  There is not much to the change other than our calendars we use to tick off the time.  This line has been drawn.

The Japanese used to celebrate the new year according to the phases of the moon, but in the Meiji period they decided to follow the Gregorian calendar.  Why?  Did they want to be more like the west, or less like the other asian nations?

It is just a point we use to attempt changes in our lives. In that respect it is a positive, however, we should be striving for these changes for frequently.  The process of observation, reflection, and change should be ongoing, and not decided by a date on the wall.

Look out into the known unknown and see what there is to be seen.

Forward Out to Bay

Geometric Homecoming in Chiba

Sunday, December 18th, 2011

I love geometry.  Now you might think that to be a little crazy.  Even if you are thinking about the geometry that we all have to study in school, but honestly out of all the math that I studied in school geometry was the only one that made any sense to me.  My reasoning behind that is I am without any doubt am a visual person.  I think visually.  I approach the world and how I relate back to the world though how I visually experience the world.  Now, I would never really go back and study geometry again.  I’m pretty sure the boat has sailed on that part of my life, but the lines, tangents, and bisecting lines have become part of my visual vocabulary.

The cubists did it the best.  They oversimplified the world that they were apart of into line, shapes, and tone.  A world that is visually experienced through shapes.  I have learned to see the world very mush though these same lenses.  I cannot help but look out into Tokyo, where I live, and see the world sometimes reduced to nothing more than lines and cubes.  I, however, know in my heart that the world is far more complicated than that.  There are shapes that cannot so easy be reduced to just a square.  The natural world, even though, it is full of repeating fractal patterns they are never quite as straight as a line of hewn stone.

This is where my lens comes in to help me navigate my way through the visual world.  Trying to bridge the two ways to seeing the world together.  That world of the straight hard edge lines that follow the rules of geometry and composition.  Then there are the rulers of the plant and natural kingdom.  The ways in which a branch grows divides and multiplies as it reached out to the sun.  I am a part of both worlds.  My physical form comes from nature.  There are now straight lines to be found on my person.  Yet I love to see a rectangular door, meeting a window at just the right moment in space and forming can conforming to our geometric rules.

The door in todays group of images is a geometric homecoming.  There are no plants visible.  There is only the hint of the natural world by the shadows that are being cast on the image.  A piece of my inner mind has left its imprint on this image.

Welcome home.  Welcome to lucid communication with myself.

Split Shadow Geometic Homecoming

Trio One Life, Potted Garden

Keeping it Geometrically Shady

Long Time No Palace

Wednesday, August 31st, 2011

I had to take my macbook into the apple store to get looked at on Tuesday.  I hate being without my laptop computer, but I hate watching my screen flash on and off even more.  The apple store is in Ginza, so I figure since I have been photographing gardens this summer that I would drop by the Imperial Palace that is smack dab in the middle of Tokyo.  It is only a short walk from Ginza.

I was trying to think the last time I went to the Imperial Palace, and it was probably when my parents were in Tokyo about 9 years ago.  There is not much to see there.  Most of the palace is closed off because the Japanese Emperor and his family all still live there.  There are some wide open spaces, and some gates that are open to the public.  I decided as long as I am so close I might as well investigate the areas that are open.

It was pretty much as I had remembered it.  Large spaces with rows of Japanese pine trees.  A huge moat that is filled with olive green water.  The scale of the Palace is amazing.  The large stone covered path crunches underfoot.  The crunching sound I remember from my first visit more than 20 years ago.

The sun was blazing.  In the direct sun I was baking, but as soon as I stepped into the protective shade cast by the willow trees the dry air was refreshing.  Japan is now in a season of flux.  The weather is changeable.  A massive, at least how the media describes it, typhoon is heading towards Tokyo.

It was good to get out and see an place I hadn’t been for many years.  It is a must see in all tour books.  Not much to see, but it is nice to refresh some memories. and stare at some aging trees.

Moat, Wall,Tree, Sky

Weeping Willow at Imperial Palace

Simply Squared on a Friday

Friday, November 26th, 2010

It is Friday.  The end of the week is here.  Time to pause and reflect in the simplicity of the beauty that surrounds us, wether we see it or not.

Line Square Circle Line

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

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

Material for the Mash Up

Wednesday, June 30th, 2010

It is high time for the political campaigning.  At every station those politricksters are out pressing the flesh with their bleached white gloves.  The posters have been and are being hung across the entire country of Japan.  They all become visual media to be remixed with my lens.

Colors, lines, fragments take on expressions that challenge there sincereness in which those politicians are portraying themselves.  But we all know better, don’t we?

Take what you see, and flip it like a giant flap jack.

Flip it baby, flip it!

There is Only One

Red Piece, Hair Piece

Red Yellow He's a Bad Fellow

Pitter Patter of Flapping Lips

When is a Red Line not a Red Line ?

Thursday, June 18th, 2009

When is a Red Line not a Red Line ?


When is a Red Line not a Red Line


It is a image word play.  The answer is when the Japanese character for

red is printed over a line that is black.  So pictorially the the image reads Red Line,

but it is actually black.  


Nice Bokeh?  Don’t you think?

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