Photography at Hollander Slope, Nagasaki, Japan (2022)

My visit was not to Osaka, but to Oranda-zaka.

If you had met me there, I’m sure you would have been fascinated by me.

It was as much fun as a Friday night.

It was as if I was living in a foreign city.

Reference

Japanese https://note.com/yasuharunagura/n/n72900a721d3b

Photography at Confucius Shrine, Nagasaki, Japan (2022)

Thirty-seven Japanese people visited Confucius Shrine. I was one of them. I took a lot of pictures.

I took pictures because I wanted to remember the masked Chinese better. I want to talk about the masked Chinese at work and do a slideshow on my blog.

I was an East Asian language and culture enthusiast, and a passionate photographer.(I had taken a whopping 40 photos here.)

There was a nice little dragon sculpture on the roof.

Ah, just like China!

Japanese https://note.com/yasuharunagura/n/n42ef04959e67

Photography at Nagasaki Traditional Performing Arts Museum, Japan (2022)

Near the end of the evening, I looked around the Nagasaki Traditional Performing Arts Museum, peering at the individual exhibits.

I learned how the Japanese around 1600 used dragons and sailing ships to hold gorgeous festivals.

The Japanese of the Edo period was brilliant.

But putting cushions on the boat is not good.

It would get wet.

I want to write something like a dragon-like Chinese ship.

Referene

Japanese https://note.com/yasuharunagura/n/n9b1c494f1a15

Photography at Glover Garden, Nagaski, Japan (2022)

After wondering how I would survive the winter, I visited the home of a rich man named Glover.

My stay here was a good one. You’ll see.

I enjoyed my vacation away from the trouble of the neighbors, the screaming children, the annoying phone calls, and the hassle of work.

Then I slowly made my way across the lawn, stopping under the bougainvillea to look from left to right.

Reference

Japanese https://note.com/yasuharunagura/n/n88ce387bd7de

Photography at Oura Cathedral, Nagasaki, Japan (2022)

Without running into anyone I knew, I was eating Champon in the cafeteria. And I asked for more pepper.

Then I walked up the long slope to the Oura Cathedral, the harbor breeze blowing in my body.

I inhaled and exhaled the midday air, paying more attention to the composition of my photos than usual.

It was all for the sake of the beautiful church.

Perhaps.

The Oura Cathedral was built in 1865 as a church for foreigners.

On March 17, 1865, the secret Christians who had kept their faith under the ban confessed

their faith to Father Petitjean at the church and became well known in the world.

Oh, Maria, I thought.

The church is real.

I wish I could become a priest at one time.

But where was the priest? 

I was only a musician.

Reference

Japanese https://note.com/yasuharunagura/n/nc9de21fbb1d3

Photography on the Streetcar, Nagasaki, Japan (2022)

I spent a winter morning on a streetcar.

What I still remember as a good memory is a passenger next to me.

I was startled.

I was surprised because the passenger was wearing a kimono in the morning.

I only drink coffee in the morning.

Just this morning, I was looking out the window at the city.

Snow was piled up on the roof tiles of the houses.

The winter sky is white and beautiful.

It’s just that

I feel like something good will come out of it.

Isn’t there such a time?

Japanese https://note.com/yasuharunagura/n/n0d25c659b798

Photography at Nagasaki Atomic Bomb Museum, Japan (2022)

First I sang this song.

With a renewed pledge for peace
I fold a scarlet crane
And with a pure and noble heart
I fold a fresh white crane
And then I fold a bright red crane,
burning with emotion.

Renewed pledge of peace… 

I try to say it out loud a couple of times. Then I thought about the deterrence of nuclear weapons, read a pledge for peace written by an A-bomb survivor, and saw the news about the increase in the toll on the Tokyo Metropolitan Expressway.

Then I wished my friend a Happy New Year.

Reference

Japanese https://note.com/yasuharunagura/n/n61a6ae1417a4

Photography「View of Nagasaki Bay from Kazagashira Park, Japan」(2021)

I am writing this memory now, on the eleventh day after the photo was taken. I am remembering the view from the observatory of Kazagashira Park.

How wonderful the view was! The bridge in the distance was very small.

When I first decided to write this story, I imagined that my readers would say, “Have you seen the bronze statue of Ryoma Sakamoto?” The answer is yes.

That doesn’t mean anything to me.

Reference

Japanese https://note.com/yasuharunagura/n/n7f08697bcc71