On a rainy day paying a visit to the inland gate.
Just a quick touching base, wishing to return again …
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 …)
I met some ghostlings at the park. They were hunting for oak marbles. Precious, precious.
Kanazawa’s traditional houses are surrounded by gardens of rare beauty and simplicity.
Up, up the hill … lies a villa, behind bushes of hydrangeas …
A bridge in the distance, capturing the essence of a bridge.
More than meets the eye at these three Machiya houses in the former Hakata area.
Looking at the leaves moving in the wind. Thinking of Obon.
A brief visit to this temple complex that is surrounded by the sacred mountains of Katsuragi.