My Street Japan. DAY 5. Tammy T. Stone
September is typhoon season in Japan, and the weather is wildly unpredictable, and also rather rain-heavy. Nagoya is a fairly moderate place to live, climate-wise, so our rain is usually a steady drizzle – my heart always goes out to those affected by the eye of the storms …
I was honing my lens in on the beautiful raindrops on this nearby tree (as the tree begins to withdraw into itself, this autumn …) when my peripheral vision caught the woman walking into my frame. I love that we can see her figure, and that of the umbrella, as she ambles down the street with her shopping carriage.
My Street Japan. DAY 4. Tammy T. Stone
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?