On a beautiful winter day I hopped on the train and headed for the happening spot of Harajuku.  It was a great day to be out.  The sun shone brightly as the crisp air blew around the back alleys and streets of Harajuku.  I am always amazed at how the Japanese have managed to fit so many people, stores, and streets in such chaotic order.  There is no wasted space.  Every bit of useable, and livable space has been built on.  All the pieces fit together with no margin or error just like a jigsaw puzzle.  Sometimes is seems to me that if one house was taken out of the picture, the whole neighborhood would collapse like dominoes.

The sun shone high in the sky.  The moisture has returned to where it came from.  The light brightened all the land as the streets glowed under it’s weight.  I was freed from my cold, and awoke with colors in the heart.

It is Wednesday.  It is windy and as usual I walked my tired self home.  It seems like the closer I get sometimes the farther away I feel.  This being said, I still am truly thankful for the world that we live in.  I am thankful that I have the time and energy to keep on pursuing my voice, no matter how hoarse it may become.

Window let us see out into the world, they also let us see into the world.

However, the windows I like best are those that reflect the world.  The combine the

reality of seen, and unseen, and project it into the physical presence.

Aged, weathered, and truthful out of the little hood of Sugamo.