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!
“Mother Nature is always speaking. She speaks in a language understood within the peaceful mind of the sincere observer. Leopards, cobras, monkeys, rivers and trees; they all served as my teachers when I lived as a wanderer in the Himalayan foothills.” – Radhanath Swami
The pylons only offset the stunning beauty of a natural green …
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.
You never know who or what will appear in the frame as you’re setting up a shot. Here we find a man dressed in what is known around the world as the typical Japanese “salaryman” uniform, which lends itself beautifully to black-and-white form. Rather than see or experience something typical, however, I find myself asking: Who is this man? Where is he going well before lunch-hour on a street he likely doesn’t work on? What was the first though the had upon waking up, and what did he dream last night? (The theme of my dreams last night was grief – were his?). What will he have for lunch, and where does he want to be one week from now, one year, a decade?
There are so many stories to be told, so many hints of our varied lives everywhere we look …
Three things I’m grateful for.
- Large blocks of stone on a busy street
This morning, as the lunar eclipse had us contemplating shadow and light, hiding and emergence, and the vast magnitude of our cosmos, I stepped outside looking for magic. When nothing instantly appeared, I turned my mind’s eye and my heart in another direction, knowing that magic appears everywhere, when we are ready and willing for its manifestation.
Green isn’t the first thing you notice when you step onto this street. In this photo, however, we are gifted with the resplendence of the natural world. In a tiny patch of cultivated garden (I’ve never seen who is taking care of this property, and does it belong to the city, or the apartment?), I can take my imagination and dive in, and remember that I live on an island. I think of all the uncultivated islands, or parts of islands I’ve seen, where nature is left to her own devices, and sings, and tumbles around, and soars.
It’s not that the singing here is more quiet. It’s that often, I’m forgetting to listen. One leaf, like one person, contains the world. A community of them – of us – is a dizzy dance of joy. I’m humbled the ability of a photograph to cue me to dive back in and dance with the green-magic Life is always offering us.
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
- Matsuo Basho
I usually take my daily photo in the morning, but anticipating the full moon, and having tracked the moon’s course many times, I was lucky enough to step outside to this view tonight! While I find night photography tantalizing and ethereal, I usually photography by day, so this was a lot of fun for me, to see the street coming alive through my lens in a different way.
For us here in Japan, the full moon (and lunar eclipse!) happen tomorrow morning, but for tonight, we have the stunning bright, nearly full moon lending us her glow, so that we may sit in it, and reflect on cycles, and the nature of transience, and feel inspired to know and love ourselves just a little bit better, so that the world as a whole can shine ever brighter.
May we all bask under the magic of this full supermoon, rest easy, and bathe in wisdom, love and compassion!
Who knows if the moon’s / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky – filled with pretty people?
- E. E. Cummings