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Naturally, born and grew up here in Katashina. From left to right: piano, guitar, drums, tenor sax, and bass. The story about them dates back to October last year. I found some strange-looking pumpkins at a farmer's store by the road. I liked them and put them on the table, until April this year when they rotted. I threw them away to backyard and forgot. In August, they revived and appeared in front of me. New, strange-looking, beautiful pumpkins. ▼ 
Imagine you are out for a walk. You see a big chestnut tree. At its root you will see a bunch of chestnuts. Now, what are you going to do with this? Chestnut bur hurts you. But you can't keep yourself from collecting nuts. Big ones are sweet, you know well. Chestnut bur can be observed as art. It's fresh and green in the morning. Before evening, its color fades away. And it loses its sharp strength. September 28, 1998-2001 ▼ 
Farmers love flowers. They plant many kinds of flowers aroud their houses. They plant alongside of the vegetable farm high up on the hill. They konw the time when each flower blossoms best. Their flowers are not the gorgeous kind. They love modest ones. Naturally natural as they are. September 29, 1998-2001 ▼ 
We had a lot of rain this year. After rain after rain and rain, the rice plant remained well. Yes, the rice plant grew and turned gold. Here in a mountain village, rice is an important harvest. "Goro Pikari" is the tradename, after the thunder this area is famous for. (Goro: the sound of thunder; pikari: lightening) September 30, 1998-2001 ▼ 
Discovering:A River Runs Through It. When the sky is high as you wake up in the morning, leave your breakfast table quick for a walk. You will be surely rewarded in ten to fifteen minutes. A river to hear the sound of rushing water, or to enjoy fishing at a point of slow, calm stream. A ravine to see its natural formation of rocks and trees. Take pictures. Let your imagination fly high. October 1, 1998-2001 ▼ 
Acorn is lonely nowadays. Nobody looks at it. No child would pick it up to play with. Deserted, all alone on the ground. It was once the gem in every toybox. In the drawer of school desk, or in the pocket. I like it. I love its uniquely original cap. Its body is hard, but it is quite friendly. Try to have a close look at it. Try. October 2, 1998-2001 ▼ 
Japanese pampas grass is common in autumn. You will see it here and there. Everywhere. And normally it is recognized associated with the full moon. To me, it is quite inspiring; it brings to me images and sounds. Especially of the ruined. Those defeated samurai in Heike Story, as told by a biwa hoshi minstrel. Pampas is for moonlight, not for sunlight. The beauty I see in it comes from the dark side of the world. Not from the place in the sun. |