
the beautiful and comfortable space created by the huge cloth…

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 beautiful and comfortable space created by the huge cloth…

the biggest gradient in Tokyo…

I was able to find 2 pieces of four leaf clovers…

many happiness may be found on the hill…

once a year…

“natsumoude” once a year…

ready to fly…

in the early morning sunlight…

only for him…

where only wild birds were playing…

ready for the next game…

plenty of fishes…

the new life in the forest…

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…

here and there…

in the spring wind…

on the way to her place…

the usual walking route…

continued to the autumn…

taking a rest…

the last sakura…

fallen petals had been painting grounds in white in the end of sakura days…

the huge weeping sakura which is past his prime…

the sublime blooming in his twilight years…

in a day dream…

sakura in the night…

fallen petals on the rocks…

the old weeping cherry tree…

floating fallen sakura in the huge puddle…

fully blooming sakura…

fallen petals in the puddles…

sakura checking her make-up…

the laboratory in the sakura woods…

sakura road…

dreaming days…

Japanese flowering cherry beside the usual walking route…

the first sakura which I had seen this year…

at the terminal station…

after the overnight rain…

vanishing after a long time…

Mt. Asama…

my good partner also this year…

the first step of the year…

a short rest after meal…

white flowers of peeling paint…

after so many years…

drawn naturally by a long time…

covered with four-season cherry…

blooming four-season cherry in the rain…

four-season cherry had started to bloom…

the ginkgo street…

from the top of the hill…

half autumn colored plant alone…

over 600 years old…

autumn color painting on the wall canvas…

the autumn has been very eager for painting everywhere in town…

supporting autumn leaves…

the old house wearing each seasonable colored hat…

rusting in the forest…

the huge rainbow after the rain…

exchanging looks for a long while with me…

the different walking route this morning…

the windows of the 2nd floor had never opened for a long time…

six on one stone…

the huge rock at the center of the path…

in the stream…

at my feet…

morning glories…

the forgotten ball of an umpire…

the red butterfly in the forest…

the large family…

in the dead silence…

the huge rock in front of larch trees forest…

Sooner or later even steel can will be disappearing…

ready to fly…

floating on the melting ice…

Time must be the greatest sculptor in any age…

withered hydrangea…

the memory of my childhood…

ripples by the autumn wind…

which has come with autumn…

the closed cottage in the deep grass…

the momentary perfect time…

everybody had already forgotten…

where i could have a good talk with the wind…

in deep meditation…

after really long time…

after a long time…