
the disused truck has been assimilating to the nature…

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…

the disused truck has been assimilating to the nature…

maple seeds are about to fly with each propellers…

the first young leaves…

in the fresh green…

in the fully sunshine…

the peeling wall paint…

the destination is my childfood…

unseasonable flowering…

plenty of flowers along the small path in the forest…

the perfect shape…

the usual forest for morning walk…

everywhere by the stream…

in the spring wind…

named from twelve-layered ceremonial kimono in Heian period…

of Japanese pepper…

ready to start flying…

in the fully blooming…

from the spring forest…

gently streaming fallen sakura leaves…

in the fully blooming…

in the soft pastel brilliant forest…

the first touch of the spring forest…

Just after the departure of Pertya scandens fluff…

undeletable memory…

spring has come after camellias…

is made over a dried-up culvert…

map of iPhone often reads me to such a back alley…

small but strong…

blooming unseasonably…

has just started to bloom…

difficult to find…

hiding such in the shade of a rock…

alone…

tears of camellia…

in the fully blooming…

have just started to bloom…

many kinds of Violets increase rapidly  here and there day by day…

the first Violet in the forest…

Spiraea thunbergii has started to bloom…

Lonicera gracilipes has started to bloom…
From this day on the size of picture is changed from 375×250 to 600×400…

Pertya scandens after its fluff…

just after the rain…

in the fully sunlight…

untill the next rain…

at the rainy midnight…

just after the rain…

fully blooming, though out of season…

from the woods…

from the next room…

always in season…

of the glass…

they are ready for each departures…

the cleaned field kitchen is ready for campers…

in the old glassy shelf…

in the plastic bottle…

in the glass dome…

growing taller and taller year by year…

expecting the coming new year getting along well peaceably…

floating in the night wind…

for the first time this year…

the last fallen autumn leaf…

a instant sight of an unknown world…

I often stand here and have such sunset views…

I was able to come out of the darkness…

in the misty rain…

tree and house are one in body and spirit…

after the night rain…

uncanny lights here and there…

nails on the top of the wall…

pleasant talks under the bright moons…

wild birds put persimmons here and peck…

before the awakening…

so cute…

plenty of butterflies…

blooming in four seasons…

someone had put here…

after the last train had gone…

at the center of the sunset sky…

dead flowers were still beautiful…

the dramatic rainy screen…

like fluffs…

i had never seen before…
“the clock flower” in Japanese saying from the outlooking…

to the old days…


a kind of cosmos???



the momentary dead silence before the sundown…

in the early morning after the windy overnight rain…

swimming in the evening sky…


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…