One of the most awe inspiring temples, ever seen. Something is sleeping there, connecting deep into another time.
I met some ghostlings at the park. They were hunting for oak marbles. Precious, precious.
Low Clouds encountering the earthly everyday …
Again and again encounters with masks and memories of ghosts … (the Kanazawa collection)
Looking at the leaves moving in the wind. Thinking of Obon.
Scenic Splendour and a Bridge to Heaven.
A place that sings a quiet song.