
at the field museum,,,

Day-to-day pics and words by nob… My dear beautiful lovely days passing with pretended nonchalance… Everything is a once-in-a-lifetime chance… The river current never stops flowing, and its water keeps changing… The blowing wind will never be able to come back to the present same place…

at the field museum,,,

here and there in town…

torch azalea in the mountain…

most of petals had already flown away…

in the evening forest…

of my studio…

the usual walking route in pastel colors…

waving in the spring wind…

the fluff of a dandelion…

yamazakura and young leaves…

she keeps herself above all the vulgarity around her…

on the natural palette…

the scenes of the growing forest had been changing day by day…