p.s. I visited Korakuen Garden on December 30, 2022.

p.s. I traveled around the Himeji Castle on December 29, 2022.

Every time I close my eye, I think of the harbor of Imizu City. And the waves.

I look at the word “NAVIO” (ship) in Portuguese, then look up the dictionary again.

As I take notes, I realize that I don’t know the word for bridge is “PONTE.”

I had never looked it up before.

I thought about it for a while and then went to work.

Reference

Japanese https://note.com/yasuharunagura/n/ncef35a4cb45b

The camera was an old digital camera.

It was small and black.

I had a felt strap around my neck, and it was securely attached to my chest.

I stood on the Tenmon Bridge in the Fugan Canal Kansui Park,

captured the ship in my viewfinder, and pressed the shutter with one hand.

Then I check the picture.

I watched it from the window for a long time.

What do you think? Did you like it?

I think I did a good job.

But, well, to be honest, it’s not that difficult to take landscape photos.

It’s a different story when the weather is terrible, but I don’t go outside then.

I do what I can inside my house.

You know, things like making coffee.

Reference

Japanese https://note.com/yasuharunagura/n/nf9510309f646

It was the morning of August 17. When I arrived at Toyama Bay, it was raining.

I was holding the umbrella tightly with one hand. But I love shooting on rainy days.

That’s much I can say.

There is a roadside station called “Amaharashi.”

You guys haven’t been there yet, have you?

It looks like a roadside station. It’s not like that.

There is a terrace outside the restaurant from which you can see Toyama Bay.

You can wander around there and take as many pictures as you like.

I like “Roadside Station Amaharashi.”

If I could live my life over again, I would visit a roadside station more.

I think this will be the last time I see Toyama Bay in this world.

Reference

Japanese https://note.com/yasuharunagura/n/n8e3f6684b063

Taking videos and taking pictures is not productive. However, I feel that a wave of commercialism has somehow arrived somewhere along the way. At the very least, I would like to take photos and videos for pleasure without profit or loss.

And I want to look again through a lens of cameras at what I can see with my own eyes because I want to see what I have seen again. Perhaps it is simple curiosity. Or I have a faint hope that I might be able to see something else in the photograph than what I saw with my own eyes.

Reference

Japanese https://note.com/yasuharunagura/n/n678f46f2e6e1

Requiem in August

I was left alone, and I kept staring at her back as she disappeared

It was so painful and sad for me

I could do nothing but stay there

It was August when she died

The perfect month to drink lemon soda

Lemon soda・・・・・・　I met her with a lemon soda

She’ll live forever in my heart with the taste of soda

p.s. The photos were taken on August 14, 2022.

A Woman’s Wish

I am passing by a small shrine in Toba Ichibangai. A young woman was making a wish. I stopped and looked at her. I saw a shadowless deep thought in her pupils. 　

Then my mood changed. A fresh feeling began to come and go in my chest, a good emotion, pure and clear. I couldn’t put this feeling into words.

I could smell the gentle scent of a woman.

I had a clear desire to ask the woman what she wanted. If I thought I could ask her, then it would become a fantasy. I want to grant the girl’s wish. It is a mysterious emotion.

It seemed impossible to ask a young woman for a wish. I could imagine how much she wanted her love to be fulfilled. I thought to myself, she must be a seductive woman.

I looked out the window over the sea.

I then went to a seafood store. The lobsters in the fish tank were dimly red. When I turn around, the woman is no longer there.

p.s. The photos were taken on May 3, 2022.

Uga Gorge

I suddenly wake up and write.

I remember the steep mountains.

The wind blows from the mountain.

And waves on the surface of the pond.

I kick my way through the mountains of memory.

A mountain that lives in my heart

I touch a few waterfalls.

And poisonous plants growing in the shade.

On the pale red rhododendrons

A drop of silver is rhetoric.

I want to watch the birds in the shade

Until the day I die.

I turn to the left and dodge the people.

I run up the path, hesitating for a moment.

There is a path that no man has trod before.

I see the gentle white snow.

p.s. The photos were taken on April 17, 2022.