My Street Japan. DAY 50. Tammy T. Stone
Instinct tells me that today is the last day of this project, and in honour of this, I repost my favourite shot of the series.
It’s not the most technically perfect short. It’s funny and blurry and a bit distorted.
What I love about this photo is that it is brimming with life.
This street, even this country, is not always brimming with my life, the way I experience it, anyway. But perception is a strong ally and a worst enemy, depending on our perspective. When I’m feeling low, I see an old street with an aging population and abandoned buildings – an abandoned commitment to life, and renewal.
On better days, I look around and see so much life it bursts my heart.
Life is just … life. We choose how to see it, and what to see.
Let’s choose life!
Thank you so much for your interest and participation. xo
My Street Japan. DAY 40. Tammy T. Stone
Bright light in soft night
Blurred arrow leading south
Each letter, indecipherable to me,
A maze of potential, an exciting journey
In all directions
Red, luscious and long.
My Street Japan. DAY 48. Tammy T. Stone
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”- Martin Luther King Jr.
My Street Japan. DAY 47. Tammy T. Stone
“I bet by with a little help from my friends.” – The Beatles
So many friends in this photo, on a rainy day!
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 45. Tammy T. Stone
The nursing home across the street, swathed in the amber glow that twilight brings. We should never ignore the cycles of the day, the rotations of the sun around the Earth, the impact of a soft colour on our hearts.
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 42. Tammy T. Stone
I remember being so surprised at the sight of these little boxy cars (which are surprisingly spacious inside) when I first moved here, so I thought you might enjoy a peek at them too.
I had expected sleep, uber-chic, state-of-the-art cars of tomorrow flying on the roads here. This is Japan, techno-land, right?
Sort of. Here, innovation combines with practically and eco-consciousness. Welcome the “Kei” car! These have a long and interesting history, but to make a long story short, they were introduced into the economy after WWII when people had no money to buy cars, and the manufacturers and the government alike wanted to help boost the economy with car sales. These “clean” cars were once less powerful than a lawnmower, but times have changed. These cars are still relatively light on cc power, but there are tax incentives for buying these “Kei” box cars, and they are extremely popular across the country.
I’ve grown to love these cultural anathema!
My Street Japan. DAY 41. Tammy T. Stone
I love the bike culture here. It’s not hip, or cool, or not hip, or not cool. It just is. Old, young, all kinds. There are too many cars on the street, for sure, and a distinct lack of parking space, which makes me even more relieved to see that the bike culture is still going so very strong.
These are a few of the bikes lined up in their cozy little parking space in front of my building. There is no designated parking spot for our bikes. At first, we thought we’d bring them up to our apartment everyday. I lasted 0 days, and my husband lasted 1. Bike theft is fairly rampant here – people don’t steal them to keep, but to ride and leave at their destination, mostly. Police are pretty vigilant about checking for theft. So far, I’ve left my keys in my bike overnight at least three or four times, without a problem. My bike in Toronto, on the other hand, was parked safely off the road, and was stolen within weeks. Luck of the draw?
I love the polka-dot seat cover, though I’ve never met the bike’s owner, so I can’t compliment them on it yet. Also note the possibly illegally parked motorbike at the end – it’s there most days, so far with no problem.
Conspicuously absent is the little half-can of tomato juice that someone leaves in at least one of our baskets every few days, though there’s a can deposit box right next door at the Circle K convenience store.