from one to the other

yesterday's blue skies become today's sky-tears

graduating elation

this traditional noise making band performed, fabulously, outside a graduation hall

the plums are out on parade

spring blossoms brewing

red brick wall

i can see the green poking out at me

eyes cast down

in capsules made of glass

castaway

bloodied and floating on waves of rain

mount tsukuba clouds

ancient waves, with not even one fiery mountain

inside the speaker

always feels weird to look inside your own flesh. memento mori