Like a painting a photograph is color, line, gesture, texture, form, mass, and unlike a painting the viewer will always ask “What is it?” “What is it really!!”
1/125 of a second of someone’s life and the photograph becomes a “record of some truth.”
Tomorrow this house will not look the exact same, but close enough so as you can find it again and tell it from other houses.
But technically even in one second things have changed, the sun has moved, photons electrons, etc have moved or changed—entropy!!
Textures give some consistency
Repetition gives support
even when the message is less than clear.
It was about 10:30 am, too early to be seduced into a den of debauchery, but the many more is enticing.
When you look at a so many buildings are you thinking some one may be killing someone else, maybe making love, or washing clothes, pitching a proposal or stealing someone’s money?
I may not even be able to recognize my own hand, but its in the photograph…maybe its been photoshopped to confuse me?
Photographs can be very confusing though never as confusing as words, but this is why we always need some direction in our life, to ensure that we do not get phaked out.
Around Tokyo were owl signs, like worm signs from Dune? or just a general interest in passing style.
In Tokyo othere is constant construction and constant trucks of all sorts everwhere
People in Asaksua dancing at Bunka on a rainy Sunday afternoon
while others wait in the rain for a light change
Posturing while smart phoning on the metro
or maybe your own head is smart enough.
For some this is their door to work
I try to post on Saturdays/Sundays and Tuesdays/Wednesdays when those days are not missing from my life and something else is… Early Morning at the February Cafe …
Construction is always ongoing, lots which once were a home become a 25 foot wide high rise
or a parking lot/vending machine family business.
Outdoor -above-ground -wires wires, everywhere wires in tokyo
Pressure from within
Oden, for many a favorite,
a close encounter with food,
and more food,
Times I felt like this
And someone reminds me “What right do you have to be?”
Walking alone in the rain has its own special rewards, the smell of the dirt rising from the street, and sound of cars whoosing by,
and even by chance a special moment
Tokyo has many small businesses, small not just in the size of the business, perhaps many are family businesses, but the physical size of the business and deliveries are a constant and ubiquetious form of behaviour. Push carts, hand carry, small trucks medium size trucks are everywhere.
Smoking takes place outside usually in specifically designated areas, as I guess does conversation…
or when just being together requires no conversation, just a personal connection .
whether older young
or perhaps waiting out your time
Two floors in a restaurant
and heart is where you find the home and business
or maybe to others your home is just some kind of art
If you cannot make your own fantasy you can buy someone else’s
or even create your own.
if you can find it. Its a beautiful kimono but I do not think when a non Japanese person wears one its “cultural appropriation, there is no other way to understand kimono without the experience of dressing.
Tako-yaki, these two young women opened up the store at 10:00 am and they could not make it fast enough . . .
Around the corner from my hotel was Hotel California at Kaminarimon, Sunday -Thursday ¥3700 yen for 90 minutes, tax included . . .
a few blocks away from the Hotel California is Sensoji at Kaminarimon,
and over around the side, people enjoy using the computer-smartphone, what right does anyone have to be happy?
On the Tokyo Metro I doubt she got this bag as a souvenir on a visit,
In Tokyo there are many situations where old and new meet. Notice the garden, very common among small residences in Tokyo like this.
Remember the images from the set of Tora-san films of the store on the bottom, the kitchen and eating in the back with sleeping rooms upstairs.
The buildings may be quite older, or perhaps the closer to the end of WWII the more likely they were made with “a less modern level of improvement” than things made after.
Imagine living and working in the same building, and a narrow building like these in Tokyo . . . how different are the thoughts in my mind?