It will be better today than yesterday.

It will be a better tomorrow than today.

I strive to be sincere every day.

The purpose and value of my life certainly exist in untiring work, steady work, and humble quest.

Living in the world, experiencing various pains, and appearing in the waves of happiness and unhappiness, I will continue to take pictures until the day when I die.

I will enhance my humanity, cultivate my spirit, and die with a higher level of soul than when I came to this world. I don’t think there is any other purpose to live than this.

No matter how many photos you take and store, you cannot bring them to heaven.

I have to settle the events of this world once in this world.

If there is only one thing that does not perish, isn’t it the “soul”?

Ehima town is near the pacific ocean.

I visited a farmer I know.

To my surprise, the cabbage flowers are yellow.

The farmer guided me to the Green House.

He gave me a flower called “Bird of Paradise” as a souvenir.

When asked, “Why did you come to this town?”

I would say that I came here to be a little better person than yesterday.

I put my cap in my backpack.

It was what my father gave me after buying it at a home improvement store and using it for a while.

I was denting my cheeks while looking at the dream suspension bridge.

It’s just a dream to be able to cross such a bridge.

And, of course, people are interested in it.

The couple in front of me took a picture in the middle of the bridge, and they were slow to move forward.

I put the camera in my pocket and closed my eyes.

Then I tried to hear the sound of the deep river flowing under my feet.

I was planning to go on a hot spring trip.

On Friday afternoon, I went on a day trip to the hot springs.

I parked my car in the mountains and walked a few miles to the desired hot spring.

I had food, water, and towels.

The day I arrived at the river, I drank water.

I drank lots of water and survived the heat.

The wind was starting to blow.

It was a cool breeze.

At the end of the trail, I went to a hot-spring house and drank water again.

Then I bathed in a hot spring.

There was a dam after going through the long road in the mountains.

The daytime sunshine was dazzling.

I found the Fuji flower I had been looking for for a long time.

Is this a coincidence?

Rely on the elusive and blurry memory.

“El tren” (train) may be the only Spanish I’ve learned for six years.

I don’t know why it is a masculine noun in the first place.

There are women-only trains in Japan.

From the perspective of gender theory, it would be nice to have “la trena.”

I don’t remember what I did on Cinco de Mayo, 2021.

I’m sure I didn’t destroy the piñata. In May, I was thinking.

It’s better to spread coronavirus and poison the water source than build a dam in the middle of nature.

Try to introduce workers to the dam.

When that happens, joy, health, and freedom are goodbye.

Farewell to everything that makes life beautiful and worthy of life.