capturing in prose
Which word could I say other than wistful for nostalgia. Aromatic fields after rice reaping, deep green bamboo forests, sound of wind like worn-out coat but everything are missing in modernization. Please don’t misunderstand. I don’t say I’d like to be back to the good old days. Just say, so it goes.
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Nostalgia by The Daily Post.
It might not be a pine corn but something small less than 2.5cm (1 inch). It missed the color after the rain.
1cmにも満たない松ぼっくりのようなこれが何かはわからないが、雨の後で色を失っていた。
The day ended very fast in the autumn and the grass were swinging in the mist of time.
秋の日は短く、雑草は時の霧中に揺れ動く。
When I was a kid like playing outside with mud, my another pleasure was to looking into hardwares like engines, broken watches, old radios and so on. Soon I found interesting mechanics inside books written by Jules Vernes like Nautilus in “Vingt mille lieues sous les mers (Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea)”. Then my quest for engineering was started.
My growing interest in it raised also a strong desire of the pursuit of nature in under-graduate school. In other words, I was major in chemical physics and looking into X-ray photo indicating a crystal structure.
I’m now an engineer and, though I don’t know why, engineering stirr up my another interest in the quest for something cultural.
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Quest by The Daily Post.
A Part of Wordless Wednesday
