In The Winter Garden

The cold has reached below zero, and the garden is empty as can be. Half-finished tasks wait to be completed. A pheasant, red ring, flies by unexpectedly and startles me. Small birds flutter from bush to bush, looking for any remaining seeds.

Just Before the Storm

Dead Topiary at the Edge of the Woodland

Photographing Emptiness

Behind the Curtain

Behind the trees, two bridges, three train tracks, arriving ships and local traffic. Still, the trees are full of songbirds and common sparrows.

Osaka, Thursday, 4 aM

Osaka, Thursday, 4 a.m. The shadows seem to try to be menacing. The streets want to be empty.