thinking

Two Sides of the Same Bush

Wednesday, October 12th, 2011

The weather peaked at a high of nearly 25 (77) today.  It actually felt a lot hotter than that.  We are back to having that schizo weather that afflicts Japan in its transitional seasons.  The light from the autumn sun was beautiful and hitting at just the right angle as I was making my way back from the station to my home.  The walk back always gives me some time to reflect on my day.  The walk also gives me a challenge by training my eye to seek out something that I had not seen before.  It doesn’t necessarily mean that I haven’t seen today’s focus on a urban bush before, but it is more in the way that all of the photographic elements of light, composition, color and subject all align themselves and move my spirit to photograph the scene.

The combination of these elements have to speak to me as a human being first and then I must be able to communicate what moved me to those that view the images created.  Today was about how the light were hitting these tiny fruit on urban bushes.  These were plain bushes that had been planted as a hedge to hide some of the industrialness of Kasai Rinkai Station.  But here they were; one blue and one red.  The setting sun was just hitting them with that autumn glow and moved my spirit.

The idea of change began to bubble up in me as I observed these two stages of fruit.  One in it blue hue that has yet to mature into its red cousin on the same bush.  How does it feel to change?  Do we, as humans, change as slowly or quickly as these fruit? Or are they (we) just two sides of the same bush?

Blue Fruit, Autumn

Ripe Fruit, Autumn

Barbershop Never Made Me Look So Fabulous

Tuesday, May 18th, 2010

My daily stroll after finishing up my day under the blue and windy skies was beautiful.  The air was warm as it whipped around my body.  I came across an old barbershop’s rotating pole that was no longer rotating.  I was interested in the abstracted lines, and colors of the stepped like pole.  I was amazed to discover once I got on my computer that my own self image had been merged with that of the barbershop’s pole.  I hate to say it but that Barber sure made me look fantastic.

Fragmented Barbershop Self

Lost Something

Thinking About Pockets

Rusty Nail CoCo

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