 
				
				
				
			
		
	AFTER THE STORM
New times are coming after the might of the tempest. Children play at the beach.
ISLAND IN THE EAST
This is a retrospective travel log about an island in the East and about a country called Japan.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	New times are coming after the might of the tempest. Children play at the beach.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Dogs are kindly requested to please not leave their droppings at the places indicated by these signs. Many thanks.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Misty Mountains and High Speed Trains
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Timetraversing preparatory meetings and securing of evidence.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	On a rainy day paying a visit to the inland gate.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Goodbye, Naoshima …
 
				
				
				
			
		
	On the other side of the island lies the village of pomegranates …
 
				
				
				
			
		
	A late afternoon with the scarecrow family.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	All the weird and the wonderful, what a splendid day it was. At a place that can only be called Bond Island.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Wherever the journey will take us, ahead lies the sea and unknown islands full of promise.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	The image agent
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Just a quick touching base, wishing to return again …
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Misuki Shigeru, a little yokai boy and Sakaiminato
 
				
				
				
			
		
	One of the most awe inspiring temples, ever seen. Something is sleeping there, connecting deep into another time.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	
 
				
				
				
			
		
	The Writer’s Desk (… imagine or remember …)
 
				
				
				
			
		
	There is a set at a studio where when people have left, a figure appears, again and again …, listening to that silence.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Following the busy Mr Cat through the Studios of both Toei and Shochiku in Kyoto.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	
 
				
				
				
			
		
	An unexpected visit to a friendly martial art competition.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	An evening walk with distant greetings.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	
 
				
				
				
			
		
	
 
				
				
				
			
		
	After a day that started grey a spectacle in the evening …
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Smelly times
 
				
				
				
			
		
	
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Gate to the World
 
				
				
				
			
		
	At the port event, unexpectedly, a giant spider was lurking – taller than a house, spitting out steam and swinging its far too long legs.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Strolling through one of Yokohama’s Western influenced areas. Looking for memories.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Commemorating the encounter with the Outside
 
				
				
				
			
		
	I met some ghostlings at the park. They were hunting for oak marbles. Precious, precious.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Borders, Boundaries become apparent unexpectedly.
 
				
				
				
			
		
	
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Low Clouds encountering the earthly everyday …
 
				
				
				
			
		
	
 
				
				
				
			
		
	
 
				
				
				
			
		
	The odd nature of the Wedding Industry
 
				
				
				
			
		
	
 
				
				
				
			
		
	Strolling through the Garden and Discovering the World
 
				
				
				
			
		
	There is a little museum with an onsite workshop for the traditional craft of painting silk cloth and patterning kimono.