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  • cherry petals fall
    even on Teramachi
    carried by the storm

    (Teramachi, Kyoto; April 2013)

    all the temple bells
    in this museum photo…
    melted down for bombs

    (written at Kyoto’s Peace Museum; June, 2013)

    in the rain soaked wood
    a green branch agitated -
    crow snatching cherries

    (June 2013, at Heian High School)

    Swift though I sprinted
    past that shock of red maple,
    Tonight along black branches
    skips my rapt soul’s silhouette

    (by the Kamo river, November 2012)

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  • the ancient pond
    a frog sits in -
    basso profundo

    The ancient pond at Kanshuji dates from the Heian times

    The ancient pond at Kanshuji dates from the Heian times

    [Saturday June 1st, 2013]

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  • jasmine star the hedgerows…
    and I jog through
    their heavy scent

    [by the Kamo River, Kyoto, May 2013]


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  • albert on his bike

    A human being is a part of the whole, called by us “Universe”, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security.

    Albert Einstein writing to Norman Salit on 4th March 1950

    Source: Mindfulness: A Practical Guide to Finding Peace in a Frantic World

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  • …all night he dreamed of his own house and wandered in his sleep into all his different rooms looking for something that he could not find nor remember what it looked like.
    -J.R.R. Tolkien “The Hobbit”

    My mother having sold the old family home in November, and relocated to Solihull, our annual family gathering was at my sister’s house this Christmas.


    My sister’s house in Solihull

    How lovely it was to see my family again, after another year apart.

    Bernadette & Mommy

    Bernadette & my mother pretending to drink Guinness

    Nice too, to stuff my face on my sister’s fine cooking.


    Risotto with spinach & sea bass


    Can’t quit remember what this was, but it looks nice doesn’t it? Maybe a potato & spinach gratin…

    Xmas dinner

    Christina’s world famous nut roast with all the trimmings!

    Some more family photos…

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    Christmas Dinner

    Boxing day

    28th December with the Readers



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  • Gion festival -
    a painted lady dances
    and rests on my nose


    See also: Snapshots from Gion Matsuri

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  • Fortunately for you two we’re reviving a cancelled undercover police program from the ’80s and revamping it for modern times. You see the guys in charge of this stuff lack creativity and are completely out of ideas, so all they do now is recycle shit from the past and expect us all not to notice.

    - Deputy Chief Hardy in “21 Jump Street”

    The movie itself? Very silly. Lots of fun.

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  • Lovely weather for a ramble round Gion Matsuri yesterday and my mind went rambling too. To me Gion Matsuri isn’t simply a special time, it’s an island in time; a special place that magically reappears once a year, and as I wander the crowded streets my mind takes me back to all the other Gion festivals I have attended over the years… In a way I wouldn’t be surprised, to bump into my younger selves wandering about too. You always bump into someone you know at Gion Matsuri…

    Here are some images…

    After a couple of hours the heaving streets became too intense, so we escaped to Taisho’s apartment where he was holding a rooftop party. It was nice to look at the crowds from above.

    And then after wandering through the streets a little more, we retired to bar Kisui and had a photo session with our friend Setchan.

    And then we went home, following a smaller parade that we encountered by chance and which took us through the streets practically to our door.

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  • a torn leaf -
    no, a hawk moth
    with army surplus wings

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  • Very nice to meet up with my old friend Anne Kobayashi and her husband, Jason at the weekend. Hard to believe it has been 8 years since I left Tokyo and she left Japan…

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