Ginkakuji's Zen garden. Modern, antique. Sun-bleached and careless.
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Grad Trip!
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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