In my hometown that spring, I was photographing cherry blossoms.
It must have been an important pastime for me, like writing poetry.
I thought I’d take some more cherry blossom photos.
It felt like I had to.
I’m home, and I know it in my head.
But I still have the feeling that I am inside something.
p.s. The photograph was taken on March 28, 2023.
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I think I was quietly admiring the cherry blossoms at the shrine on a rainy day.
I did nothing in particular.
I threw away the cardboard boxes.
So the neighbors can’t catch me either.
“A block in the parking lot is broken again,” he told me.
Give me a break, anyway.
I don’t want to hear about another broken parking block accident.
All I want is to be able to see the cherry blossoms here peacefully for as long as possible.
The next afternoon, a neighbor kid lost my Easter egg.
And the egg has yet to be found.
The kids never apologize for anything.
Soon I will have to go back to the dump to separate the recyclable from the non-recyclable.
About ten more boxes.
But when I go to the junkyard again, I would like to feel, the cherry blossoms of the shrine.
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Afternoon, in the shrine.
All kinds of memories come back to my mind.
March 24, when I went shopping at the supermarket.
Do you have a membership card? Or do you have any membership cards?
How did I answer this question?
I am not obligated to tell you.
But anyway, you see, I am not a member of the supermarket yet.
Last night I was looking at this picture.
Heavy, living cherry blossom in the year 2022.
I had a cup of coffee in my hand, which I bought at a convenience store at that time.
That was my first HANAMI this year.
I was a little slumbering.
I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the wind.
For about ten minutes, I just relaxed and watched the cherry blossoms.
I was glad I was here and not in a corona.
I am grateful for that.
But at the same time, I can’t help but think with a painful feeling.
I can’t help but think that the Russian and Ukrainian people are somewhere else,
somewhere not so wonderful.
They have gone to war.
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I was looking at the plum blossoms. These plums bloomed earlier than cherry blossoms.
I was in a hurry, but there was nothing to worry about.
I was passing the time.
So after depositing at the ATM (I think I put in about 20,000 yen), it was no problem.
I wonder how many more springs I will have.
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I may have never taken a decent picture of an iris in my life.
I will devote myself to photography, devise, and work hard.
It leads to cherishing the given day of today and the moment of the present.
I dedicate these picutres to those who died of coronavirus in India. Kanzan is a representative variety of double cherry blossoms that are widely planted all over Japan.
Because I heard a man who took a bath at the Kumbh Mela said, “This year, we also prayed for the victims of the earthquake in Japan.”
p.s. Photography「Kanazan」was taken on April 11, 2021.
Cameras make exotic things familiar and familiar things small, abstract, mysterious, and far away. Some create a satisfying curiosity by taking pictures.
Something is happening in the real world, and no one knows what is about to happen. It happened in the visual world, and that’s how it happens forever.
p.s. Photography「Sakura and Camellia」was taken on March 31, 2021.
Compared to the pain of creating at the expense of self-sacrifice, it can be said that there is nothing far from the ease of photography. It must be the only authorized work of art production activity to produce a complete work with a single finger touch.
p.s. Photography「Spring Portrait」was taken on March 31, 2021.
Yasuharu Nagura 