My Street Japan. Day 48

My Street Japan. DAY 48. Tammy T. Stone

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.

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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

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 40.

My Street Japan. DAY 40. Tammy T. Stone

My Street Japan. DAY 40. Tammy T. Stone

Up ahead, just to the left, a daily view I rarely stop and attend to. You’ve seen a slice of this already, in the form of the Takeshi Kitano English school ad tucked into the teeny tiny alley to the right of this structure.

I think it’s closed down, but it’s hard to tell. Much of my stretch of this long street is in the waning stages of life. Many structure are, or look abandoned, doors gone to rust, windows boarded up, inhabitants aging, or perhaps passed. Such are the cycles of life, of a street, too. Maybe one day this small pocket within a small island in the world will gentrify, and we’ll see hip shops, and artists and as-yet-unimaginable goodies lining the streets. For now, we witness a state in-between, and wonder about the past, and fantasize about the future, and all of this mind-gazing is made possible by the living relics before us.

The architecture of the past is the seed of a future, even if it will be a future completely reborn.