in memorandum of those not here

at a rural temple near shasui falls

rainy day blues

train rerouted, and thunder a rumblin'

freedom in the rain

dancing to the rhythm of his own drum (at the harajuku jamaica festival)

dance of the night

curled fingers of somber amber run quietly from the hazy glow of humans

shadow of a soul

I like how umbrella lady looks painted on the wall

last of the hydrangeas

on a moody weather day

tremble mighty fortresses

construction sites in big cities have a delicious touch of vishnu

sparrow's tears

fallen to earth, a mortal flung among us

words to live by

the frog [in the well] doesn't see the vast ocean. A unique twist (the phrasing is slightly different.) at a somewhat local temple.

Love it!

tactile textures

moss on cement

kaleidoscopic people

an old lady twirling forever in a psychedelic lens that I could watch forever