Know bridge over ripples

Nihonbashi 日本橋

Nihon means Japan, Bashi means bridge.. Edo (now Tokyo) was, and Tokyo is, a city of rivers with roads connecting bridges over those rivers. Each bridge has a story to tell, a story often told on a plaque posted somewhere. Nihon means Japan and bashi means bridge—Japan bridge.

What does that mean?? Chinese characters do not use many parts of grammar used in phonetic languages, parts which are often used for more detailed information. That information is communicated in other ways.

If you have a Chinese or Japanese friend . . . and if you like poetry, . . . and if you have a book of Chinese or Japanese poetry with translation, ask your friend to sit with you and translate the poem—haiku works well because it is short—without looking at the book translation and then compare the two. My personal for Chinese poet would be Su Tung Po (1037–1101).

The differences and sames which will teach you about the poem, about the language and, most interesting, you will learn some insights into english words.

Do other people share a similar view of who I am? Am I different to different people? The former might be boring, the latter two faced.

Be diplomatic to initiate such an event, your friend might think you are “testing them” and be reluctant, but if can find a friend to do it, its a valuable experience. It has nothing to do with their English ability, its not about their proficiency with English, but the words that they select from their English vocabulary to fill in the details will give you insight into the English language.

Think of our paths, each uniquely winding around Earth, and how at the different places of intersections we look back at them and think —That’s not the real me!

Alameda Creek

Who am I to myself and compared to how others see me.

Its not really possible, there is no right or wrong answer. We cannot read the minds of others, and knowing our own mind is a difficult job in its own right.

I imagine that people who are successful in popular medium, especially as“personalities” have a disciplined approach to how they present themselves to others. Doing behavior “A” gets response “B” from others.

If a behavior “A” which always gets a behavior “B” from most others, and it fits a behavior used by popular media, some can become very popular.

On the other hand when you look at all the different people out there, popularity in popular media is not just about communicating with others, but with a lot of others, you need to find lowest common denominators, KISS—Keep it simple stupid.

Others are more concerned with their personal expression. The point is not to do any “some thing” to get popular but to do some “thing” which meets a standard —a professional standard, a skilled craft standard, the Scientific Method— basically a respected independent standard.

Can we do something which makes the world a better place and others do not appreciate it?

Or we do something which makes the world a worse place and become very popular . . .

The photograph is the unchanging gateway between the constantly changing past and future—the “reality” of the image is in the past but the hard copy image is in the present.


I can play this guitar, I can sing a few notes,
I’m old enough now in this country to vote
So I wrote me a song ’bout the white winged dove
And a toy gun for Christmas in place of love.

White Winged Dove Mark Spoelstra

In a public park, Maine about 1973, the grandson gets out the car and starts shooting his toy gun at people in the park.

Cynics would have us believe that altruism is rare. It seems possible, however, that the best of intentions are not nearly so rare as the wisdom that is necessary to implement them.

H.G. Creel Chinese Thought From Confucius to Mao-Tse-tung pub.1954

I picked my way over corpse after corpse in the gloom, until I heard one voice raised above the gentle undulating moaning. I found girl, she was a living skeleton, impossible to gauge her age for she had practically no hair left, and he face on a yellow parchment sheet with two holes in it for eyes . . . And beyond her down the passage and in the hut there were the convulsive movements of dying people too weak to raise themselves from the floor.

Richard Dimbleby, BBC reporter describing entering Belson concentration camp April 1945 THE EYE OF WAR Words and photographs from the Front Line

Feel, feel for your heart
Is it still beating
Or has it died
Dead in its shell
And is your blood wine
. . .
Mark Spoelstra from the song Born to Die

Poster, Cambridge, MA , 1971

Drink, drink you war mongers,
Cut with your cold blade of fear.
But your power is dyin’
So let it be told.
Your blood and your bones

Will age with decay
and rot in your soul.

Mark Spoelstra from the song Born to Die

Alone in the temple, trying to hide from the Heart Sutra:

Gate gate paragate, parasamgate, Bodhi Svaha

Stoped in mined

Design of Six

A hanging poster greeting arrivals at Haneda —roku means six. a nice piece of Japanese design incorporating the kanji with the shelf, Ikebana, and product—Japan design greets visitors to its endless discovery.

Two shado images using colorized photographs of my shadow put together as a thing.

The below pattern was made using the above shado image of two colorized photographs of my shadow. Orange (red and yellow) and green (blue and yellow) both share yellow which is the complement of red and blue mixed , i.e. violet or purple—they feel comfortable together. [it does feel disturbingly hard.]

The shadow of my head; left.on an Acoma bowl, and right, on a balloon. In both the mouth is open and appears to be yelling at the corner.

A couple of patterns in Navajo Blanket motif using images of a shado self portrait holding the camera. The lines of the right image feel out of square —could be a design class project.

;Shadow is the absence of light?, why is not light the absence of shadow, Light is one way humans visually experience the universe. The general feeling of the shapes of the leaves—At the top of the leaves there is a feeling of action by smaller pointy things suddenly slowing down as the shapes of the leaves get bigger approaching the viewer. This was fall afternoon in Belmont, Mass, about 1972

Alameda Creek

Photography is about light, light is a human tool for “knowing.” Each of us —most of us, but not everyone—have the ability to visually sense differences in reflected light and (automatically) send it to the brain,“ This is a process of individual knowing.

Does the photograph see like .the eye—as opposed to seeing like a person? Do we think of the eye just being a mechanism whose job is to just send the image to the brain which will “tell us” what it is “seeing”—but Ig et confused, just who is the us in this chain?

Both the eye and the camera, with lens, actually it is the lens that does the seeing, the camera is a container to mount the lens in a position which light, without being disturbed, can pass without being disturbed to something which can record the “light information” which captures a visual image, which can be printed out to a medium

Generally photography is about capturing an image which is visually common in the society, i.e. keep the viewer interested by making mages of things we commonly know, such as things (words) in a language— One of the worst things you can say about a photograph is “What is it?

Commonly people see a photograph as a “Best Practices” image—it looks like it! Its a standard and for most everyday things is the best standard. No one would make a “legal positive ID” of someone from my images.

The camera has buttons to push and dials to turn to get the right adjustments on the camera to accommodate the control of light to capture an image .

lIf the setting are not “correct” the camera sees, but not like the human eye sees. The camera can see and record things the human eye cannot. Maybe the camera does not really see them, but it creates them, its the first time they exist.

The photograph is that “little piece” of the universe connecting the past and the future? While the material “little piece” is constantly changing, the “human meaning” of the photograph is not, and its a record of “a piece which connects the past and the future.” . . .

well maybe not exactly the same, some added or subtracted embellishments of whatever sorts.

While the photograph is now in our present, the image we “see” is our mind or memory here.

Photographs are things we used to put in albums, now we send them around by internet—flying electricity so to speak—around the Earth instantly..


Sitting in the physical therapy waiting room across there is a reception office , as I look through the transparent ribbed partition I see things in the office, its three receptionists long , office space, end of building window through which to see the next building.

Nakamise-dōri is a shopping street along the way to the temple, Its famous for senbei. and other treats for visitors to eat there or take home as presents.

Avalokiteshvara aka kannon aka Guanyin

Japanese have a different relationship with their temples and shrines than Americans do with their churches. Temples and shrines are embedded with the physical daily life of people living inTokyo..An old large temple like Sensoji is daily packed with visitors, rain or shine, while local people walking to and fro — take a short cut through the temple or shrine grounds. A small alley between large buildings holds a tiny one person temple or shrine People interact with them on their own terms, different from an American church.

A statute of Kannon (Avalokiteshvara) was found in the Sumida River  by two brothers  in 628,,while they made efforts to get rid of it, it always returned, and .Sensoji was built nearby for the goddess of Kannon.

It is one of the most popular “religious” sites to visit in the world.

How to get here from there? there-here= t. or There -here=T

Sing, me back, ho, ummm drums

On top of Tokyo’s Asahi Beer building is a 300-ton stainless steel sculpture designed by French architect Philippe Stark. It was meant to look like foam rising from a beer mug. The Japanese have their own name for it, kin no unchi, Japanese for “Golden Turd. ”

Its within walking distance across the river from Sensoj, though I am not sure if the visual experience gets any better when you get closer but if you take a leisurely walk from Asakusa to Sky Tree, you will find it.

And in the window of the Sky Tree McDonald’s you might find enlightenment—McDonald’s uses a possessive apostrophe and “Finnegans Wake” does not— or wish you were not alone.

Earth is estimated to be 4.543 billion years old,
Life has been on Earth for about 3.5 billion years,
Homo sapiens about 300,000 years of that,
Automobiles been around since about 1900,
Personal computers since 1980s, and,
Smart phones (IBM’s Simon) since 1994.
Human beings have had a very minimal time on Earth.

Before humans this Earth was a “utopia,” a “Garden of Eden” one might say—oh, I guess someone already did. Humans with all their “intelligence” & “Superiority” are in the process of destroying their own “Garden of Eden.” And not just destroying it, but intentionally and knowingly destroying it.

Humans are the only species which knowingly, intentionally and enthusiastically, with an idealogy of justification—its now a political position— attempt to change their situation by changing their environment that gave birth to them—the Earth.

Basically other life forms are satisfied adjusting to the requirements of their existence while accepting their “natural” limitations and the slow adjustments and adaptions of evolution. They do not wax philosophically on race, or income inequalities or complain about not having things others have.

But humans have used their capabilities to carve tis earth apart, subjugate and destroy other life forms as well as the natural environment. Think about how much of this earth has been moved from one place to another —all these cars. trains, airplanes used to be bits of Earth in the ground. We get oil from the earth, burn it for energy, and release what is left into the air moving it from the under the ground into the atmosphere. We mine minerals from one place and use them to build concentrations of tall buildings in another.

Plastic is an example of some things which had a natural process on this earth being converted into to something unnatural, something much less bio-degradable which will not integrate as a part of Earth’s natural process for a very long time and its poisonous to many other life forms.

With all of this going on has the mass of the Earth changed or just the where the stuff is located. How about the distribution of that mass on the earth? while look at us??? Obesity, high blood pressure, war, hate, poverty, mental illness, some live in splendor while others starve, Oh!! The see me tree of it all.

Not an uncommon sight in Tokyo, authoritarian nationalists with their sound truck.

and just as common, people pay little attention to them.

Tokyo police just down the street from a sound truck but no heavy artillery, no riot gear, no guns and no large bellies hanging over the front of pants,

Japan has capitalism, a free market, democracy and a helluva lot less Japanese are murdered.

Waiting for Godot, a factory girl, enlightenment or a green light, not much different difference.

Or advertising makes you want to buy stuff you don’t want to help you communicate to others who you want them to think you are.

I would settle for a warm welcome from Plastic Man

It could be worse, you could find your loneliness on a windy prairie or . . .

in a two dimensional world where the sky is blue all day

and its still an EmptyPage—the page of no page.

Alameda Creek

Alameda Creek never goes away,

I have watched people progress through dementia along this creek, break the law, not pickup their dog’s poop, was present at the death of a friend’s dog,

Its a place to spend the pandemic . . .

with friends.

And its a place to raise your kids . . .

while you let others take care of it . . .

while the cycle of life goes round and round while one day each us find ourselves on it, and later, off it, to never know again.

“To Judy who made me live with a broken heart”

When I lived in the Boston area I would go to Fort Hill, this image was made when the Lyman family had a presence there.
The section title-quote is from the dedication of Mel Lyman’s book Mirror at the End of the Road which I read, one afternoon while standing for about an hour at a bookstore sidewalk cut out bin—it was a moving book, and I couldn’t move until I I finished it. I like Mel’s harmonica, especially his cover of Will Shade’s Jugband Waltz.

Later I met a man who workedat the type house in the building where I rented my design office whose wife had been a part of the Lyman Family, lived at the house in Fort Hill, and raised he daughter there, who gave me a couple copies of Mel’s family music audio tape made in the 1960s— one was a collection of blues songs, and the other was a children”s tape ,both were outstanding music collections.

On a clear day you could see Boston without hearing it feel the wind blow on oyur face— a peaceful easy feeling. Once when mother visited I tookher up there for an afternoon, we sat and drank a class of wine and talked.

Now the second tallest building in San Francisco, it looks like an interesting challenge for a skateboarder.

At a farm auction it might be a bankrupt fellow farmer , or perhaps its after a death of a friend , and you watch the process, one by one, of someone’s life be publicly bargained off so the wife can have a retirement off her husbands efforts and the generosity of neighbors who may well find themselves in the same situation one day.

This Krishna image uses shape, repetition and a limited palette of flat colors, even though nothing in the painting resembles reality, you instantly visually understand the painting. Its not the same as if it were a photograph of two people, trees, flowers, fruit, leaves and birds. It has beauty to it, its feels good to look at.

You have a limited amount of time in your life and you take some of that time to look at this image. is it because you have nothing better to do? or do you choose to spend an amount of your limited time on this painting for a another reason? Note in the piece of cloth that runs from the tip of the head to the bottom where the little white crosses give a feeling of cloth.

Oh Yes, the feeling of happiness when you are with Krishna.

My hands off policy keeps my hands clean as well as keeps m from going insane, like a drop of paper on a sheet of water.

Excerpt from Heart Sutra brushed in Seal Script by Janney.

On the Wings of Chun

The Sales Force Building, San Francisco.

Over the Civic Center Bart Station, San Francisco

Typical San Francisco.
One thing about public political organizations such as city, town, state, country, is constant change,. Those responsible for dealing with the change have their jobs because of the way things are and many actually work to keep thingst he way are.

Wonder what its like in the morning when the residents on this street get in their cars and drive to work.

Between Berkeley and San Fransisco, on the San Francisco side is the Maritime building and between the TransAmerica Building and the Martime building is a garden setting and a comedy venue, Below it is a parking lot.

Boston also has windows like this.

易經: I Ching or Yi Jing—More or Less about the The Book of Changes

Eight trigrams can be paired to make 64 different hexagrams. The trigrams are made of yin or yang lines. Throw three coins eight times, once for each line, tails =2, heads =3, each throw makes one line—6 or 7=a yin weak broken line and 8 or 9 = a solid strong yang line. Count from the bottom, the trigram (on the left) I threw was 7, 7, 8, 8, 6, 6, named Hsiao Kuo, its meaning is Preponderance of the Small.

The I Ching is about “changes.” The classicial Chinese perspective is the universe is made of yin and yang and changes are about the interaction between them. A 7 or 8 is a stationary line, and a 6 or a 9 is a moving line. In Hsiao Kuo the fifth and sixth line are moving to change the hexagram to Tun, Retreat.

If the 7s were 6s and the 6s were 7s then my hexagram Hsiao Kuo would be changing to a different hexagram.

For Hsiao Kuo:
Six in the fifth means:
Dense clouds,
No rain from our western territory.
The prince shoots and hits him who is in the cave.

Six at the top means:
He passes him by, not meeting him.
The flying bird leaves him.
This means bad luck and injury

The I Ching Wilhelm/Baynes edition

San Francisco

In Hsiao Kan the yang strong lines enclosed by the yin weak lines become twice as strong in Tun because they are now supported by the yin weaker lines.

Honjo City, this may be a residence or a business, but it makes money with a vending machine.

Something I have not done for a long time. Newspapers are a different experience than new online, they are read once in the morning with coffee or in the evening after dinner in an overstuffed chair while online you read whenever you want and while the newspaper you get in the morning says the same thing all day, online is continuously updated.

Alameda Creek where I’s and no’s wander unbounded

What hills, what hills are those, my love
That rise so fair and high?
Those are the hills of heaven, my love
But not for you and I . . .

. . . And what hills, what hills are those, my love
Those hills so dark and low?
Those are the hills of hell, my love
Where you and I must go
. . . .

One time around spun our gallant ship
Two times around spun she
Three times around spun our gallant ship
And sank to the bottom of the sea

from The House Carpenter Traditional English song

And it’s good old country comfort in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
Country comfort’s any truck that’s going home.

Contury Comfort Elton John & Bernie Taupin

Sometimes my only friend is loneliness but at least it never lies to me and I will never have any hopes things will get better. . .

If I knew the way I would take you home.
Ripple Grateful Dead.

Why do your war ships ride on my waters? 
Why do your bombs fall down from my skies? 
Why do you burn my farms and my towns down? 
I’ve got to know, friend, I’ve got to know!

I’ve got to know Woody Guthrie

Krishna playing flute and Gopas, “frolicking” in the fields. This probably illustrates Krishna raising Mount Govardhana to protect the inhabitants of Vraja from Indra’s terrorism.

You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don’t know why you say goodbye,
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don’t know why you say goodbye,
I say hello

Beatles song

Sometime I see myself everywhere and it looks like know where.

So, in emptiness, no form,
No feeling, thought, or choice,
Nor is there consciousness.
No eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mind; No colour, sound, smell, taste, touch,
Or what the mind takes hold of,
Nor even act of sensing. . . .
Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate Bodhi Svaha 

Heart Sutra

Zen of knowzen

In the West the word “Zen” has become a common everyday word yet I am often confused as to what people mean when they use the word especially as a headline, in a marketing slogan or as a DIY book title. The implication is the content or product enables one to get down to the very basics of something without the “unnecessary fluff.” The“ zen of this,” or “the zen of that” promises to expose you to “only the very basic truths of something.”

Basically Buddhism is a way to “know” (awaken) the Buddha inside yourself.
Sakyamuni saw the Morningstar and was enlightened, and he said , “I and the great earth and beings, simultaneously achieve the Way.”
Keizan Francis Cook translation

In this story below from Mumonkan this knowing or awakening is transmitted directly from Gautama Buddha to Mahakasyapa.

Once when the World-Honoured One, in ancient times, was upon Mount Grdhrakuta, he held up a flower before the congregation of monks. At this time all were silent, but the Venerable Kasyapa only smiled. The World-Honoured One said, “I have the Eye of the True Law, the Secret Essence of NIrvana, the Formless Form, the Mysterious Law-Gate. Without relying upon words and letters, beyond all teaching as a special transmission, I pass this all on to Mahakasyapa.
Mumonkan (Japanese) 無門關   Wu-wen kuan (Chinese)    Case VI   The Buddha’s Flower compiled and written by Wumen Huikai  (無門慧開; Japanese: Mumon Ekai; 1183–1260). I have used the Blyth translation.

This is a special transmission, “Without relying upon words and letters, beyond all teaching as a special transmission, . . .”

The stories of the history of this “special transmission” from Patriarch to Patriarch passed on through 28 India patriarchs in India to Bodhidharma (Daruma) and with more names in China and Japan, is told in the Denkoroku ((伝光録, Record of the Transmission of the Light) written and/or compiled by Keizan Jokin Zenji in 1300.
This special transmission of the Buddha mind is Zen.

The silk road brought Buddhism to China centuries earlier and monks like Xuanzang (玄奘; 602 – 664) who traveled through Central Asia and India returning with “about a cargo container of Buddhist documents and art” (estimated by Laszlo Montgomery of The China Podcast) and was the basis for Journey to the West, a 16th century book and like Water Margin, one of the Four Great Classical Novels.

After Bodhidharma, aka Daruma, became the 28th patriarch of India he migrated to China where he became the First Patriarch of Chan, and settled at Shaolin. Often at more “serious” kung fu schools hanging somewhere is a brush drawing of Bodhidharma.

Buddhism was popular when Daruma arrived in China. Daruma is said to have stayed at Shaolin, famous for martial arts where he taught zen enlightenment through meditation and perhaps had something to do with the marital art known as Wing Chun.

The rise of Wing Chun, the destruction of Shaolin by the Qing dynasty in 1723, the escape of five masters, one of whom was a woman, its association with Zen and the transmission of the Wing Chun style to Ip Man who taught it to Bruce Lee makes this story very dramatic and exciting.

Another event in Zen was the story of the Sixth Patriarch, Hui-neng, six in line from Daruma and the last of the formal category Patriarch expressing the lineage of the Special Transmission.
Young Hui-neng was a poor illiterate wood cutter. One day he heard the Diamond Sutra, was instantly enlightened and became part of the kitchen help at the Eastern Meditation Monastery under the 5th Patriarch who in his old age was concerned that none of the monks showed ability to take his place. A poetry writing contest was scheduled.

NOTE: in China poetry writing skills includes both the ability to compose words & sounds as well as brush words was highly respected and considered a basic part of an upper class Chinese gentleman’s education, and essential for military officers.

The top student monk wrote this poem on the wall at the monastery (in green below). Hui-neng, who was illiterate asked his friend to read it to him, he then recited a poem and asked his friend to write it on the wall (in dark blue).

If you can understand the difference between the two poems then you have an “intellectual” understanding of zen enlightenment. If this seems a little strange consider Red Pine translates a writing said to be from Daruma: “Buddhas don’t do good, Buddhas don’t do bad . . .”

or remember Without relying upon words and letters, beyond all teaching as a special transmission, . . .”

DISCLAIMER: An intellectual understanding of Zen is not enlightenment nor is it necessary.

Though many other later names are included in Denkoruku, generally Hui-neng is regarded as a crossroads of the divergence of a northern and southern school, and the practice of sudden enlightenment or a slower meditation process.

Maybe the Heart Sutra makes a little more sense now.
“. . .form does not differ from emptiness,
emptiness does not differ from form.
That which is form is emptiness,
that which is emptiness form.”

Heart Sutra brushed by Janney

The suffering of Buddhism is not about the suffering of others, its not about being poor or hungry, or homeless, it is that being human is suffering, a suffering everyone shares.

The four Noble Truths of Buddhism are the truth of suffering, the truth of the cause of suffering, the truth of the end of suffering, and the truth of the path that leads to the end of suffering. When you awaken the Buddha inside of you will no longer have suffering.
How similar is this to the idea that the God of Abraham expelled Adam and Eve from Eden to “a life” and life is suffering. Your enlightenment is to accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour and you will be rewarded into Heaven after your death.

 The Dies Committee investigation was presented to the 77th Congress, and alleged that certain cultural traits – Japanese loyalty to the Emperor, the number of Japanese fishermen in the US, and the Buddhist faith – were evidence for Japanese espionage.

Both of these are based on the idea that there was some previous existence for people which did not include suffering and now people are separated or alienated from it.

You can compare this to christians who believe that accepting Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior regardless of whatever evil things you have done on Earth is all it takes to ensure your place in heaven and what they call “compassion for others ” is their witnessing christianity to others.

Both have their own “exclusions— In Mahayana, the Bodhisattva is an individual who could become a Buddha but is delaying it to help others in this world, and during the last 1000 years some Christians embracing the idea that doing good deeds on Earth will carry some weight with their God but why bother doing good deeds when all you have to do is proclaim faith.

Where the accepted approach in photojournalism up to that time had been for a photographer to put himself in the reader’s place Smith had found a way to put himself in his subject’s place. It is a crucial distinction, and a key to finding one’s way through the deeper layers of meanings in the photographic essays Smith would concentrate on for the remainder of his working life.
Jim Hughes, introduction to W. Eugene Smith, Aperature Masters of Photography

Krishna defeating the mighty serpent Kaliya who caused great hardships and harm to local people. Krishna danced on top of Kaliya’s hoods rendering him helpless while Kaliya’s wives appealed for his life and Krishna instead of killing Kaliya sent him into exile.

Most everyday since the covad virus I have fast walked four miles along Alameda Creek. Its the same place, a little different everyday.

For many people photographs are about the content. What is it? and often when people show their snapshots they get excited as the image stokes their memory and when the friend is not similarly moved they say “Well you had to be there.“ Generally the snap shot photographer let the excitement of the moment determine when they clicked the shutter. To get the image right you need to let the excitement of the moment move you to make the photograph but use your technical ability to decide when to click the shutter.

He wanted to spare her, not because he minded a killing but because his employers might prefer him not to exceed his instructions.
Graham Greene This Gun For Hire

If you turn this picture upside down, it looks like a Chinese junk going down the Yangtze River or something. Its better upside down! In fact, one of my collectors has painting he always hangs upside down. Told me, “Hope you don’t mind, but it looks better that way.” Its all right; I don’t care.
Andrew Wyeth from Andrew Wyeth Autobiography

Many people walk along the creek, on passing I usually speak a greeting, most people respond and sometimes I get to know the individuals. Others, even after passing countless times just ignore me

A low voice whispered an appeal quite distinctly through the door, Raven picked up the automatic again. Who would’ve imagined an old woman could be so tough? It touched his nerve a little in the same way as the bell had done, as if a ghost were interfering with a man’s job. He opened the study door—he had to push it against the weight of her body. She looked dead enough, but he had to make sure with his automatic almost touching her eyes.
Graham Greene, This Gun For Hire

Of course he could go the bank and let let the police get him. It seemed probable that the wold then be hanged. But the idea of hanging for a crime he hadn’t committed still had power to anger him: if he killed himself it would be for a crime of which he was guilty. He was haunted by a primitive idea of Justice, He wanted to conform; he always wanted to conform.
Graham Greene The Ministry of Fear

Some live along the creek and I see them regularly, watching them age, seeing myself in them

A tokyo style house on a very expensive piece of land.

This is probably not a residence, but a storage place for a business in Honjo, Tokyo, or the garage for the house on the right.

. . . I may have complained about my new environment but I know it will be difficult to adapt myself to the new surroundings right away. I am sure everything will brighten up soon and in a few weeks I will begin to love this place almost as much as my home inS an Diego. When I stop to think how the pilgrims started their life, similar to ours, it makes me feel grand for it gives me the feeling of being a full-blooded American.
Most sincerely,
Louise Ogawa

Dear Miss Breed Letters of incarcerated Japanese American middle and high school children written to Miss Clara Breed, compiled by Joanne Oppenheim

Often people say that Japanese are group minded, and unlike Americans they “overly” conform or submit to the group while many Americans view their self expressions as being sancrosanct, justifying their right to use political power to impose their petty beliefs on others even at the infringement of the rights of others.

It didn’t seem to him as if there would be any harm in their meeting as long as he didn’t take his credentials with him, even in his socks. On the other hand, his room might be searched again. It certainly was a problem.
Graham Greene The Confidential Agent

People do like to be with people, when I was young I used to hitch-hike sometimes I did trips that took days and slept outside. One time I hitchhiked home from college, and on the last leg the driver who lived in the same city, offered to drop me at my house, but before he did we stopped at his house, it was on the way and considerably more modest that my parents house. I thought at the time it was unlikely that his kids had attended college and still he went out of his way to help me, a stranger, who I would never see again.

Once along the East Coast immid 1960s I hitched a long ride with an African-American semi truck driver, and we stopped twice for food at places a little off the highway with all African-American clientele.

People have their own lives, still we kneed knot no them.

When you see a homeless person dressed in dirty clothes begging, do you ever think it might be a Buddhist monk following the path of Shaka Buddha seeking enlightenment?

And maybe others are just glad to be paying the bills.

My mother was in memory care for over three years, and my wife and I saw her daily. Monthly I would make a photographic poster of experiences with mom for my sister in Japan. She like to go to McDonald’s and eat french fries.

We took her out every Sunday for lunch, generally at one of three restaurants that she liked, Each Sunday she would very seriously examine the menu, put it down, smile, explain that this was her first time at this restaurant and ask that I order for her.

Sometimes it seems that my photographs are nothing more than a conversation with myself, and my difficulty is that I do not communicate well to myself. When the photograph reminds me of something that brings back good memories, often its something that I lost long ago, may never have again and the good feeling turns to a sadness for what was lost. Would I rather have the photograph of the lost memory or no photograph and the good times still with me. That is why I call them Light Converswayshuns with my celph.