Long live the old-style billboards … gorgeous rust and all. Featured here – two of the three Japanese alphabets: hiragana, and the decidedly more complex kanji.
There’s a tiny bike repair shop next door, run by an older couple who live in the back of the long, narrow space. Everyday, you can find a few bikes in various states of disrepair lined up in front of the shop-that-almost-isn’t-a-shop – it’s as inconspicuous a place as you can find. The shop owner has probably been here for decades; those who know him, know how to find him. He works hard, everyday. This rainy morning, I found this motorbike in the fray. I particularly love the reflection of the shops amber awning in the mirror.
A bike riding country indeed! I had a bike as a kid, and then another one when I lived in Toronto – it was stolen months after I got it (after hardly being used), and I never replaced it. I’ve had my current bike in Japan for a little over a year and have come to love it. It’s become almost meditative for me to cruise along the streets, weaving in and out of small alleys and wider lanes, seeing the world faster than I do while walking, and slower than when I’m in cars or trains, sharing the sidewalks (where we’re supposed to be biking) with the city’s many bike-riding denizens. Incidentally, I realized soon after getting it that it’s the same colour as my childhood bike (blue). Have I come full circle. Can one come full circle and be on the other side of the world?
Welcome to the 365th photo in the Japan Photo Diary series – it has been one year! And perfect timing, as I make my way over to Canada, my home, for a visit!
Thank you for joining me on this adventure of sharing photographs of Japan over the past year. There will be much more to come, in different guides.