
in those days…

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…

in those days…

I had never seen before…

the close good friends…

in the morning sunlight…

by the window…

old simple design I had never seen before…

the light of day to the window…

giving a great peace of mind…

the foundation of the broken bench…

after several decades…

A kid had forgotten on the garden table…

weeping over the past…

under dancing trees blown by the strong wind…

the old days had clouded my memory…

the rainy scenery from the tram window…

by the frozen lake…

the madder-colored sky…

dancing on the surface…

in the cup…

playing hide-and-seek…

still so beautiful…

at the center of the parking…

which may be the steepest in Tokyo…

beside the construction site…

quick drawing…

no passengers even in the afternoon…

singing aloud in chorus…

still on building…

outside of the window…

The umpire had forgotten…

The clouds had been quickly changing…
New drawings had come up next by next…

rails just like in the garden..

Who did so?…

where is at the very top of the twin steep slopes…

in the pot…

which the room light had arranged…

the forgotten thing of a kid…

rusted nails and wires…

They had changed into aqua drops at once…

It brought back fond memories in my childhood…

the momentary special scene at the usual station…

in the melting snow…

in the snow…

the condensation in the early morning…

It started snowing again…

no game for a few days…

the small path in the snow…

from the window of my new place…

the electric wires of the railway…

in the evening sunlight…

dead hydrangea…
but still lovely…

drawn by the river streaming…

such a small rusted wire, but still beautiful artwork…

every nights in my room…

the cranes slowly dancing waltz…

out of order anymore…

for giving the passing winter a send-off…

the momentary evening sunlight artwork…

my yoga mat…

in the huge sky stage…

The huge rock is obstructing the path…

the Airplane in the deep clouds…

various artworks here and there…

All leaves had already fallen down…

I had never known up to this morning…

leading to my favorite mountain area…

the first touch on the blue canvas…

the first sunrise of 2018…