

a night with a clouded-over moon…

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…


a night with a clouded-over moon…

at the new park near from home…

the bright night with no cloud…

the lichened trunk of an old tree…

the indication of the coming autumn…

at the park after the rain…

the maple tree is budding…

the end of the summer…

at the forgotten park in the woods…

after the passing shower…

the sunset had not disappeared for a long time…

The butterfly in fallen leaves…

the silent time for deep meditation…

to the old good days…

ripples were spreading across the water…

playing hide-and-seek…

the lights of the signal were dancing outside of the window…



trail running on the hill behind the atelier…

once a year with the one of my dearest…

the aged gigantic cedar tree…

in the spot sunlight…

the path continued to the different world…

out of order…

the fallen pen had passed away suddenly at the age of thirty…

the bent tip at right angle was too oldĀ to have been repaired or replaced…

young leaves had grown quickly day by day…

keeping on running…

the maple tree is budding…

hydrangeas had begun to bloom…

chasing the sunset…

covered by ivy..

in the dead silence after the games…

expecting great singers from the forest…

playing hide-and-seek…

on the stone wall…

ready to fly…

the forest had just woken up…

of the blown branches…

plenty of small white flowers like stars…

even in the new coronavirus peril…

one week later …

in full blossoms…

waving in the spring wind…

kawazuzakura in the sunlight shower…

a large-scale artwork of ivy…

had departed into the sunset town…

the drawing painted by the wind on the lake canvas…

a streak of sunlight came into the room through a chink of curtains…

the melting window,,,

the old ume kept on taking recent pictures is actually broken…
but it’s still alive…

passing marathon runners…

in almost full blossom…

gazing into the stream rising from the coffee cup…

waving in the spring wind…

had begun to bloom…

ready to bloom…

many vapor trails…

at the certain periods for continual 3 years…
for avoiding misfortunes…

slow waltz with rotating glasses…

the construction site in the forest mending the landslide…

at the station of origin…

to the different world…

momentary flowers of the snowy morning…

the evening sun had fallen on the way…

of four-season cherry…

four seasons cherry blossoms in the morning sunlight…

from my usual walking route…

from the very western city where my studio is…

I still haven’t found what I’m looking for…ā¬

a person’s first visit of the new year to a shrine or temple…

the new year will be so exciting…

floating and streaming shadows created by passing carlights…
the new year 2020 would be coming soon…

of my studio…

water on the fallen dead leaf…

silent night holy night…

small tips of bamboo will be returning to the ground…

in the garden..

the shadow of the beautiful white flower actually…

Kofu was surrounded by the autumn mountains…

the wooden artwork…

this year the green wall of the studio had withered before becoming autumn leaves…

the autumn had gone…
and the winter has come…

had arrived at the western small city in Tokyo…

the puddle detained the passing autumn as long as possible…

in the rain of fallen leaves…

on the tarp airing in the sun,,,

bicycle parking in the early morning…

swimming…

would be disappearing soon…

from the window of my studio…

when is the blooming season?

Mt. Fuji had worn a white dress…

after the overnight rain…

at the outdoor kitchen…

the naturai root which is good for draining…

an unusual walking route…

from the usual walking way…

the afternoon sunbeams streaming through the leaves of trees…

of the day when my mother had gone from the window of the hospital…

of a cicada…

the shadow of the persimmon tree…