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
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. 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. 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 31. Tammy T. Stone
Fiery fall …
… and an arrow pointing to winter?
The ebb of life is such a beautiful, vivacious thing. May we all live each day with this kind of fire!
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!
I edge closer to the
Small leaves turning
And dive in
Entranced by the
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
The moist earth our cushion
Watching the sun trickle down
A slow fractal descent
In the gold of day
– Tammy T. Stone