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The Dusk After

Saturday, December 8th, 2012

The Dusk After

Yesterday was quite a day.  The earth trembled with such vigor leaving my home swaying that I thought I was going to be sick.  These earthly rumblings often occur during my preparations for the sabbath.  I was in my kitchen working on a batch of homemade minestrone soup when the earth began rolling.  Back and forth in a motion that put my stomach into my thought.  It didn’t seem to subside.  It just kept on coming and coming.  I turned the gas stove off and readied myself to make a dash for the front door.  Fortunately, it wasn’t necessary  to make the mad run, but it forced me to be vigilant in my disaster preparedness.

I rested most of the day best that I could.  The wind outside was roaring in all the way from siberia.  It still isn’t that cold yet, but I can feel the air drying and the wind is whispering in icy undertones.  I decided to go down to the Bayshore to watch the sun dip behind the horizon.  I hadn’t done it for a while and I new it was exactly whatI needed to settle my restless spirit.

The wind was unrelenting. The palm fronds were bending at 90 degrees bowing down to the Siberian laced wind.  I stared into the the setting sun for so long that I still have sunspots as I am typing this blog.

The time by the water soothed me.  I have always found release and hope from starting out across the water.  Today the soothing was absorbed by my mind, body, and soul.
Seaside Grass Afterglow

 

 
Palm Tree After My Own Heart

Lunar Seagull Twilight Waltz

Wednesday, October 24th, 2012

Moon Seagull Twilight Waltz Over Tokyo Bay

As we get deeper into autumn the twilight creeps up so quickly.  It seems as if the golden moments of the setting sun fade into night.  The moon was out early this evening high in the sky.  Seagulls waltzed under rippled skies.  The luna in all its majesty smiler a happy one as it too watched the aerial display.

Swooping down on its dinner the birds would skim the water.  Looking for that meal so that they could be satisfied.  All under the moons watchful eye.  The more terrestial rippled clouds gave way to a obsidian water.

They danced.  I watched.  The sun continued to set.

 

La Mer, The Ocean, Okitsu Beach

Tuesday, July 17th, 2012

Okitsu Beach Wave Sound Power

We were up at 5 am.  That is what you have to do here in Japan if you want to go to the beach and avoid the killer traffic.  It wasn’t that bad because at least I knew I would be able to soak up the salt and sun for a whole day.

Being from Miami, Florida I really have yet to see any beach in Japan that really can compare to back home.  The beaches here are a bit like that in Northern Cali.  The sand party are small.  The rocks and hills lead directly into the water.  The water’s temperature is on the cold side for me.  I had to get pretty heated up by the blasting sun in order to take a cool plunge into the Pacific.

It was amazing watching the colors of both the sky and the sea change all day long.  It all depended on the clouds and the tide.  At times the hue was the bluest blue I had seen since Florida.  Other times it was dull green.

I just wanted to be by the seaside.  The sun singed my Teva sandaled feet.  The salty air whipped through our little tarp.  I just wanted to be by the pounding surf that rolled in with high tide.  It is another pace for life.  The ebb and flow of the water.  The fisherman going out into the cold water in search of golden fish.

Just being me by the sea.  It doesn’t really matter that most of the beach has been covered in concrete.  I can imagine a time when it wasn’t.  The shore side may have changed but the ocean is true to who it always has been.

Okitsu Stepped Beach, Low Tide

 

Sea Hawks, Okitsu Beach

 

Le Jette, Okitsu Beach

 

Returning from the Pacific, Okitsu Beach

The Edge of the 10000 Islands

Thursday, March 22nd, 2012

Everglades City with Fishing Line

Our family set off across the bottom tip of Florida this morning to visit my aunt in Ft. Meyers.  I always love the drive across the everglades.  Some people will call it flat and boring, but I call it home.

The endless mounds of hammocks floating on the edge of the Gulf of Mexico, or the river of grass that warmly surrounds both sides of highway 41, a.k.a., the Tamiami Trail.

We stopped for a very early dinner in the town of Everglades City, which sits on the edge of the 10000 Islands as they blend into the horizon and eventually meet the Gulf, and the Florida Keys.

Munching on a grouper sandwich I just marveled out across the water.  The houses tucked into the mangroves, the boats on the docks, the birds swarming around trying to get a free meal.  Just a pleasant place to sit still and be.

 

4 p.m. Bayside Kick in the Proverbial Ass

Sunday, January 8th, 2012

I have been a bit in a deep funk.  It is hard to describe it other than that producing work, and thinking clearly.  It took talking to my childhood friend Jerry Kolber to snap me out of the funk, and to start the process of lifting that brain cloud that settled over my spirit.  We do need people around us to tell us like it is.  Sometimes they will tell us what we don’t want to hear, but things we need to hear.  That is what Jerry did for me.  He gave me the proverbial “kick in the ass.”

My mindset this morning was so different than the last couple of weeks.  I was clearer in thought.  I had some guidance in what I wanted to accomplish today.  I sat down and wrote up some questions for an upcoming Lucid Thoughts post.  Did some emails, caught up on some tasks that needed doing.

I knew that I needed to get outside and do some photography.  Darkness comes so early these days, so I knew I wanted to head out to the bay at the time the sun would start to dip towards the horizon.  I live only minutes away from Tokyo Bay.  In fact I am in walking/biking distance from Kasai Rinkai Bayside Park.

Ever since growing up in Miami, I have always lived near the water.  The water is calming for me.  Therefore, today I walked down to the edge of Tokyo, and could look off out into the bay.  I could see all the way to Tateyama in Chiba. I watched the airplanes far off in the distance taking off from Haneda.  I also watched the sun hit the fishing boats as they headed back to Urayasu.  Some of the boats even carry the same name as my wife’s family, Yoshino, no connection but shows my family’s long time roots in this area.

It was quiet.  I was there just watching the sun go down, listening to the waves, hit the rocks.  Peeping the lonely fisherman casting their lines out into the waters.  It had been so long since I had gone out into my own neighborhood, sat down on the rocks and just soaked the ambience in.

Hopefully, this is the beginning of the cleaning out of my mental funk.  I pray that things keep progressing from here, and that I may be able to help myself, and help others in the process.  We all need that proverbial kick in the ass.  Mine happened at 4 o’clock in the p.m. at the edge of Tokyo Bay.

4 p.m. Kasai Rinkai Park, Tokyo Bay, Sunset

Bridge to My Dreams, Tokyo Version

Sunday with Palms, and Stones, Tokyo Bay

Sun Sets, the Moon Rises

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

End of the Line, Chiba Debris-Scape  

Tuesday, December 27th, 2011

The day was beautiful out.  The skies were so clear it felt as if I could see clear across the ocean all the way to San Francisco.  It is one of the amazing things about being in Tokyo in the winter time, is that the air becomes so clear that the skies are boundless.  On a day like today I had to just get out on my mountain bike and just pedal around to see what could be seen.  I needed to get out and breathe in the cool dry air, and fill my heart with better tomorrows.

Eventually I made it all the way to the edge of Tokyo bay.  The end of the road in Urayasu, and just gazed off into the curve of Chiba peninsula as it makes its way down to Tateyama.  I could even see bits of Kanegawa that borders on Tokyo, that is just how clear it was.

Now, if only I could make my mind as clear as the skies.  At times it seems like all the clouds flood my brain and heart.  I try hard to stay focused on what really matters in this crazy world.  There is so much nonsense we all have to go through that distracts us from what really matters.  It is times like this that I am so thankful to have family that I can reason with, and for the Creator to watch over us all.

I have faith that tomorrow will be better.  That tomorrow might be far off, but it might not.  I prepare for the worst, and pray for the best.  I know that the path I am on is the right one, and if it isn’t that I will be wise in my choices to keep on the path that I am suppose to be on.

Stare off into the boundless horizon.  Follow those curves.  Breathe deeply and let that brain fog clear away.

Debris Mound Tokyo Bay Sky

Chiba Penninsula Sun

Sun Must Set so that the Sun May Rise

Saturday, December 24th, 2011

On the pre winter solstice day I watched the sun slink slowly towards the horizon.  All day the sun refused to shine, but at the last hours of sunlight it made an appearance far off on the edge of the earth. I began to think about what a rough year this has been for myself, for Japan, and in fact for the entire world.  Japan has experienced every disaster imaginable:  earthquakes, tsunami, typhoon, mud slides, torrential rainfall, nuclear disaster, power shortages, and now there are record breaking snowfalls.  All in all a very rough year.  These thoughts were all going through my mind as my train was passing over the Kyo-Edogawa river looking out over Tokyo Bay.

This I know.  The sun was going down, on the last few days left of the year.  I have no idea what the future may hold.  I have no idea if things will get worse before they get better.  What I do know is that sometimes things must come to an end.  And by coming to an end and this can allow for something to take its place.

So, the sun sets.  The sun will rise again.  We will live in cold and darkness, but this is only temporary.

Statified Sunset, Pre Solstice

Big Skies Over Urayasu

Monday, September 26th, 2011

I was on my bicycle yesterday heading over to Gyotoku in Chiba.  It had been a while since I had ridden over the Urayasu bridge.  The Urayasu bridge connects my town Kasai in Tokyo to the town of Uryasu in Chiba prefecture.  There was a time that I would have ridden over that bridge on a weekly basis, but lives change and I no longer find myself  peddling up and over the bridge.

Today was the exception.  The weather was so crisp and clear.  It was as if one day was summer, and the next day it was autumn, was basically how it felt.  As I cycled my pedals up the slopping incline I was just enjoying the clean air.  Once the bridge leveled off I caught a glimpse of that autumn late afternoon light.  The kind of yellow light that sparkles on the surfaces it reaches.  That was coupled with the big sky that stretched from the bridge into the heavens.  I had to pull over and snap an image of one of my favorite clicking grounds.

I have never been one for landscape photography.  This all is changing post the March 11th earthquake that ignited my interest in photographing nature, has also gotten me exploring the land where I dwell in Tokyo in more detail.  The way that man creates the environment in which to live, and how the natural world melds, contrasts, and harmonizes to form the land that we all inhabit.  The concrete and wood of our creation lives in competitive harmony with the world of the Creator.

Seeing the details is beautiful.  Seeing the big picture is just as beautiful too.

Miyajima Island with Big Sky, Urayasu

Thankful, Thankful Home

Sunday, July 18th, 2010

I am thankful for my family.

I am thankful for my Floridian roots.

I am thankful for the love that triumphs pain.

I am thankful every day that I can gain new insights.

I am thankful for the friends I have known and the friends that I will know.

Thankful, Thankful Home

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