A Part of Wordless Wednesday.
Tag: Photograph
Weekly Photo Challenge: It’s Not This Time of Year Without…
It was a national holiday called ‘Labor’ Thanksgiving Day on 23 Nov in Japan, which is a bit different from Thanksgiving Day in US.
Interestingly a typical joke of the holiday was given on 22 Nov, a day before Labor Thanksgiving.
“Too busy. How can I take a day off. Who established the Labor Thanksgiving, er?”
“Nobody knows. We have only one month to New Year Day and we still have many things to do.”
“Okay! It’s a holiday tomorrow and, I guess, you’re gonna drink a lot and have no plan other than watching TV. Let’s have a meeting tonight.”
“Sigh. It would be unlimited-time one.”
“Don’t you know it means thank-you-for-working-hard day?”
Time to time, it’s not a joke but a serious social problem.
Taking about myself, of course, I went back home as usual and enjoyed autumn leaves of Japanese maple trees next morning of Labor Thanksgiving Day. “紅葉狩り(Momiji-gari, literally hunting autumn leaves)” is indispensable for spending a relaxing time in busy days.
I plan to post another photo of autumn leaves again tomorrow.
勤労感謝の日の前日となると何故か夜に打ち合わせの打診がある。そういえばクリスマスも同じ。何故そんなに働きたがるのか？どうも腑に落ちない。
In response to the weekly photo challenge, It’s Not This Time of Year Without… by The Daily Post.
Floral Friday: Hotel New Grand
Roses were still in bloom last Friday at Yamashita-koen park in front of Hotel New Grand.
先週の山下公園のバラはまだ咲いていた。急に寒くなったせいか、今年は少し長く楽しめた秋だった。
A Part of Floral Friday
Weekly Photo Challenge: Magic
You may have an experience of blowing soap bubbles. It would be joyful memories. A few weeks ago, when I was taking a walk in a park close to my house, suddenly I became aware of a fact that the pleasure of memories about bubbles were not only coming from a happy time of my childhood but formed by seeing breaking smiles of children. We maybe forget such a magic under a relentless pressure of an urban life.
In response to the photo challenge: Magic by The Daily Post.
little tiny flowers (l.t.f.) 13.11.2016
The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.
芸術家は自然の友であり、花はその茎の優美な曲線と調和のとれた絶妙な色合いで会話する。どんな花も直接心から語りかける言葉を持っているのだ。
Rodin
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It must be the right time to post another l.t.f. This is my second contribution to WPC:Tiny.
