My Street Japan. Day 46

My Street Japan. DAY 46. Tammy S. Stone

My Street Japan. DAY 46. Tammy S. Stone

Autumn giving way to winter

Too soon – the sun has been

Guiding our days infiltrating our dreams

Inviting mountain views warming the skin

And then it rains

And then it rains

A sweet whisper about passage

And the view comes closer

We draw within, examine cold hands

Attend to shortened breath

See the tree in the foreground

Color clinging still

Life upon life upon life

– Tammy T. Stone 2015

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My Street Japan. Day 44

My Street Japan. DAY 44. Tammy T. Stone

My Street Japan. DAY 44. Tammy T. Stone

With a sky this clear and blue, what else is there to photograph?

I also enjoy the insignia on the building here – a nursing home (there is a shortage of these in Japan, by the way) – there are many really gorgeous circular insignia all over, marking various lineages and allegiances. So far, for me, they are just very pretty designs, but I’d love to learn more!

My Street Japan. Day 43.

My Street Japan. DAY 43. Tammy T. Stone

My Street Japan. DAY 43. Tammy T. Stone

Early morning. A schoolgirl, in uniform, on her bike, awaiting a day of learning, discovery … or socializing, or whatever it is she loves doing.

Where is her schoolbag? Is she going home to get it? Where is she coming from so early in the morning, in a uniform, no less? Delicious mystery.

Doing anything in autumn is magic.

My Street Japan. Day 37.

My Street Japan. DAY 37. Tammy T. Stone

My Street Japan. DAY 37. Tammy T. Stone

Sometimes the words are hard to come by, and even a literal depiction, by way of the photograph, comes up lacking. So I play – I bring out colours, remove sharpness and clarity, do my best to evoke the feeling of the day, of the scene as I experienced it. A mama (or grandma) on her bike with a baby, weaving seamlessly between passersby on the street, autumn doing her dance in the sun and sky above …

My Street Japan. Day 22. {Photography project}

My Street Japan. DAY 22. Tammy T. Stone

My Street Japan. DAY 22. Tammy T. Stone

All I have to say here is that I love the way this fantastic bike ride looks like he’s flying in the air because of the sunlight beneath him! I could not help thinking about E.T. as soon as I rendered this image black-and-white. Hmm … where is he really going? In the magic of autumn, it could be anywhere!

The Gold of Day {Poem}

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I edge closer to the

Small leaves turning

Autumn red

And dive in

Entranced by the

Velveteen richness,

Become swallowed until

I emerge bounding

On the other side,

Deep in the Himalayan forests,

Among the tall, thin saplings

Where the white fox dog

Has been waiting

For our return,

And leaps over

Panting his joyous breaths

And we sit, side by side,

On the slope of the

Forest mountain

The moist earth our cushion

Watching the sun trickle down

A slow fractal descent

In the gold of day

– Tammy T. Stone