Early Morning Just Before the Rain

Early morning, just before the rain, the wind and even the breeze stops for just a few moments and everything is still.

A Walk Towards the End of Spring

The fast spring growth has become the slow but steady development of a dense and impenetrable wall of green. The structure seems, over time, to have become less understandable, knowable. What is behind this green, knowable a few weeks ago, is secret now.

From the Garden

I have been taking images of the inside of this homemade greenhouse for several years. There is always something going on inside, constantly changing. Today, again, I am surprised by what I find. Both new and familiar. Today, the light hit the plastic walls differently than usual. Early morning, and the sun breaks through, even after a week of rain.

Osaka Nights #2

Still in Osaka, taking images, mostly between 4-5 am, empty streets, very quiet. There is a sense of waiting. Some “snack bars” have just closed and the owners are still cleaning up. Garbage trucks are always out at this time. Parking lots are usually empty but in some parts of town there are multiple cars parked as residents have no where to leave their vehicles. No one walking by looks at us or plays an attention as they would elsewhere. Dawn comes with a purple and pinkish sky at one end of the city and at the other a light blue appears.

Osaka, the Mirror in the Window

Upon arrival in Osaka, on my way to elsewhere, I ran into this window with a mirror. I took this image with my iPhone.

Early Morning, I Visit the Twins

I find the idea of twins something that is foreign to me. But they are everywhere. I walk by these two trees quite often and think about how they started growing at about the same time. I suppose they were planted when the old-growth forest was cut. Very few old-growth trees remain, they are worth many thousands of dollars each. Much more than you would expect. But even these two were planted with an expectation they would sometime be cut and used for something. Sometime, a long time ago, someone started walking between these, and something about that space said “Here is a good place to start a new pathway.” The evidence that we walk through forests and follow pathways tells us we have something inside us that recognizes this is the place to walk, not over there. Here. Not to the left or right. And there is something innate inside us that senses this. Like these trees, we seem to be related.