Soon Harvest Would

- She was gentle as Wind through the Wheat - I knew when when She was here, I could sense her warm presence - a mesmerizing Breath - In the summer Nights when the Soil sweats away its last Pearls, we liked to talk about Her, Tales Indolent - soon Harvest would break the Spell -

If you say so

“That is a beautiful occupation. And since it is beautiful, it is truly useful.”

Laissé / Oublié

I don't know, I'm not sure anymore

These two are meant for each other

Rolleicord II
Reala 100
Dust
A pinch of green filter

Waking up to plum time

At home

Le Grand Blanc

Already gone

la fin / le début / les saisons

La fille au foulard

Sakura Sakura

In another world

Petals falling from the cherry trees at Yanaka cemetery, Tokyo.

Spring rain

Blessing/Fallen/I miss...

The day you left
Will never come back again
And yet it does
Day after day
.
That day I knew
You would never come back again
But I wish you would
Day after day

One winter morning in spring

The others

Emptiness

Flowers have faded away from the vases. Tombstones might all look the same, but I like to walk along the narrow paths of the cemetery, observing details like mugs, soda cans (or the deceased's favorite drink), toys, coins, rice grains left on the corner of the tombstones.

Winter takes over

Wako-shi cemetery, early December.