Tag Archives: photography

Photography in Seto City, Aichi, Japan (2022)

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.


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Photography at Shirakawa Village, Gifu, Japan (2022)

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.

Photography at Toba City, Mie, Japan (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.

Photography at Uga Gorge, Mie, Japan (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.

Photography at Mt. Kinkazan, Gifu, Japan (2022)

Feeling Mt. Kinkazan in Spring

Listening to the sound of drizzling rain
I trace back the memory of my mountain climbing.

I open my eyes at the observatory of the mountain castle.
My heart is moved to tears as I listen to the lonely wings of the dog-eagle.

A sightseeing boat passes by the Nagara River.
Who are the passengers?
The Nagara Bridge crosses at the end of the boat.
A car crosses the bridge.
Two stadiums are in the middle of the street. 

Going to the west
The wind is flowing in all directions.
Alone, I look at snow-capped Mt. Ibuki,
I gaze at the tiled roof of the castle,
I sense the light of the sea of Ise Bay in the distance.

Ah, the daylight shining into the interior.
I feel the beautiful spring day.

The castle seems to be filled with serene emotions.

A pine needle shines. A person looks like a squirrel.
Ah, I can see my hometown.

I might go back to the mountains I saw here in the summer.
Then I will say goodbye to my corroded soul.

When I step down the mountain path of a hundred bends
I see in my eyes a small golden castle tower shining in the sky.

p.s. The photos were taken on March 23, 2022.

Photography at Mt. Chausu, Aichi, Japan (2022)

Mt. Chausu in May

While climbing Mt. Chausu, my hiking boots leave white footprints.

At the top of the mountain, there is a small observatory.

There I was taking photographs.

My eyes looked toward the distant mountains on my right.

The tiny lawn cherry blossoms seemed to be fluttering in the wind.

The wind was blowing in the sky.

I looked at the triangulation point in my eyes, and then, without knowing where to go,

I walked down the mountain.

I was descending through the barren mountains.

Sometimes I want to be alone, away from all the people.

And my heart is comforted by the love of nature.

My heart is still walking along a lonely mountain path.

I am still walking on a lonely mountain road.

p.s. The photos were taken on May 22, 2022.

Photograhy「HANAMI」Japan (2022)

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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Photography「Full Bloom」Japan (2022)

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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Photography at Shimabara Peninsula, Nagasaki, Japan (2022)

It was a stunning hairpin curve.

There were a few Japanese silver grass blooming in the foreground.

The clear white sky with the ocean in the distance.

My heart was at peace.

I got out of the car with my camera.

There I stared at the mountains, the sky, and the sea in the distance.

Everything was wonderful. Everything.

I am remembering what happened that afternoon.


Japanese https://note.com/yasuharunagura/n/naad114f615d8

Photography at Unzen City, Nagasaki, Japan (2022)

Here is a sentence I almost wrote before, but never got around to it.

I was once again recalling my first trip to Unzen.

I remember when I took the trail before sunset.

I came to an observatory from which I could see the old town and the Unzen Hell.

I was walking and shuttering, walking and shuttering.

I thought. My life is here.


Japanese https://note.com/yasuharunagura/n/n1e45b6234306