
the huge fish swimming in the sky…

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 huge fish swimming in the sky…

in the sky…

the mountain was full of pampas grass…

the indication of the coming autumn…

the sunset walk regreting the passing of flowers…

suddenly it started…

It keeps itself alone and courageous above all surroundings…

after the long time…

at such the most dangerous place…

by the railroad…

watching out for surroundings cautiously…

in the prime of life…

a youth…

don’t trample on me…

brothers…

hello everybody…

howdy, the world…

the unusual walking course…

the morning sunlight was overflowing…

the wind was streaming among the trees…

eyes on the wall…

assimilating to the earth…

orderly arrangement…

at the parking…

the hugest mushroom in the park…

still there with each memories of old days…

in the morning sunlight shower…

ready for fight…

trees by the river has been growing quickly day to day…

the sudden ascending current may be a sign of the heavy rain…

the railroad among small old houses…

a modest fun…

the ensemble clouds, grass and wind on the hill…

The bloom of the pinkish rose lent brilliance to the narrow path…

tomato at the garage…

a new role of the stump…

It is Japanese tradition to visit a shrine on New Year’s Eve to purify one’s mind and soul before beginning a new year. On New Year’s Day, one will visit the shrine once again praying for a peaceful and healthy year, and this act is called Hatsu-Mode (literally translated as, the First Worship).
Natsu means summertime in Japanese so Natsu-Mode is the Summertime Worship. With half a year gone by, one will visit the Shrine again at the end of June to cleanse their sins they have accumulated through the first half of the year, and make another visit in the beginning of July to pray for peace and health for the second half of the year.

the long and winding slope to her home…

new lives germinated…

the usual path where the cool wind was passing through…

in the morning comfortable wind…

already 20 years after then…
date once a year…

the Galaxy…

floating stars in the shade…

preparing the breakfast…

the tired swallow after the childbirth…

the valley of hydrangea…

fully blooming of flowering dogwoods…

everywhere on the hill…

numberless new lives is quickly changing the forest everyday…

the huge horse chestnut in the rainy forest…

like a natural tree with creepers…

rain for lives…

of azalea…

the mountain path where the comfortable spring wind comes up…

the small town at the very western Tokyo…

here and there on the mountains behind the atelier…

the usual path on the hill…

the pleasure in every morning walks for a while…

in full blossom…

in blue, yellow and red changing colors of the traffic signal…

here and there…

the moving shadows of dancing branches in the wind…

the imaginary beauty that is invisible…

the classical design of the old rusted can which I had never seen before…

the momentary forest born in the morning…

blooming next by next in 2 days…

Mountains had been painted in pink here and there…

had started to bloom…

the perfect dandelion fluff…
ready to fly…

the huge old Shidarezakura in full blossom…

such a strong life on the wall…

successively after sakura…

Those dandelions are as thick as thieves…

such small but indefatigable lives…

Sakura and dandelions were unwilling to say their good-byes…

sakura fallen pedals dashing down the slope…

the fallen red star…
the axis of sakura…

The park was covered with fallen pinkish pedals, the last remnant of passing sakura…

the posthumous work of the great painter sakura…

another line of the road…

the footmarks of sakura…

sakura would be leaving soon from sakura hills…

the shower of sakura pedals…

most of sakura pedals had already fallen down…

the momentary collaborated artwork by sakura and wind…

vanishing sakura fallen pedals by the strong wind…

another sakura…

preparations of a next trip to the north…

the welcome guest every year…

Sakura days had been passing through the local small town…

the sakura ground…

the tennis courts at the foot of sakura hills…

the sakura roof also here over the road…

the sakura roof here too over the cycling road…

the sakura roof over the road…

Sakura blooms next by next…

Sakura had started to bloom…

in the windless misty rain…

in a halo…