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And the Sun Poured its Rays like Petals
Friday, April 27, 2007
Osaka - warrens of insalubrious alleys.
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A random selection of photos I took on a 20-day meander about the main island of Japan.
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A flowering Spring, in riotous light and rain. Fra...
10/10 for the fleshy ten. Sensouji.
Maddening crowds, clouds of blossoms, tacky stalls...
Androgynes dominate.
Closed for the day. Nakamise-dori.
Night at Sensouji. The air clasped incense. Lone c...
One of the many tiny stalls lining the small backs...
The Sakura Hostel, nice beds, & cute staff. Perfec...
Early morning, Asakusa.
Hanami season is getting drunk on blue sheets unde...
The Tokyo National Museum, Ueno Park.
The frenzy of Shinjuku.
Drunk on green tea in the Kamogawa yukata.
Green tiles turning white, Meiji Jingu.
Ocean.
The Meiji Jingu has a nice museum of lacquered obj...
It is easy, if one is not finicky, to immerse ones...
When the sun hangs low, and the boughs bulge with ...
Gion's open season. For a mere fraction of the cul...
The Case Against Plastic.
The first of many elegant hurdles - getting past p...
A geisha tinklingly hurries.
The postmodern guts of Kyoto Station.
Arashiyama, by the banks of the river, on a clear ...
The people thinned out, and the wind brought bambo...
I deliberately took a wrong turn, for it was a lov...
Adorable darumon. Surely the most hirsute.
Twice a year, Kiyomizudera blandishes her oiled st...
Ginkakuji's Zen garden. Modern, antique. Sun-bleac...
In Kyoto beauty is often lying by the road for sale.
Ugly Kyoto at its best.
Who knows what one might become on the other side.
All the screens different. Tiny dragonflies hovere...
A close-up.
And one day a temple sprung from the tree's side.
Cherry blossom-pastries, from little shops lining ...
Kiyomizudera
Evening in Kyoto.
Wood & cloth.
A long path in Horyu-ji, the oldest surviving wood...
The vulgar sheen of Kinkakuji.
Softbank isn't a bank, Pantone isn't a shampoo, an...
Countless Inari torii.
At the end of a 4-km trek up Fushimi Inari - a bow...
Rain in Kyoto. Peril among willows on a person-wid...
Early morning in my lovely kyo-machiya (old mercha...
Osaka - warrens of insalubrious alleys.
To a templed-out mind these rocks, in the shifting...
The light was fading, the air chill, and the vast ...
Anything but monastic, my stay in Ekoin. Earnest a...
When one is foolhardy and ventures out alone with ...
Through the shaded paths we wound in the still nig...
A whale shark dances its slow dance.
Keel over in envy, for in the urbanity of Osaka I ...
The Osakan minshuku has a salon with pouty ladies.
Shinto sake stockpiling. Tantalizing names!!
Deer-haunted Miyajima.
A construction site round the corner cannot dissua...
She is the Goddess of Silkworms.
This is the swan that tried to peck me.
A carving on one of Takayama's festival floats.
A float such as this would cost the equivalent of ...
The past is never truly dead. The dead are never t...
A Takayama yatai , drawn by vigorous, middle-aged...
When one travels alone strange things sometimes ha...
The temples in Nikko needed summer's blaze to brin...
Rainy Nikko day.
This Edo lass is a match for any chainsmoking knoc...
Fee Fi Fo Fum.
Atop the monstrous sprawl of Roppongi Hills there ...
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