Can’t see anyone? Imagine your beloved person, beloved hometown, beloved earth.
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Beloved by The Daily Post.
capturing in prose
Can’t see anyone? Imagine your beloved person, beloved hometown, beloved earth.
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Beloved by The Daily Post.

I may feel awkward somehow if I don’t participate this week but the meeting was scheduled on Sunday to Saturday, nine am to seven pm, same theme with variations. No way. I hope it went well. (I don’t mean the meeting but my photo challenge, of course)
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Variations on a Theme by The Daily Post.
When you are wrapped in the silence, you are listening to the song of wind.
静けさに身を委ね、風の声を聴く。
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Silence by The Daily Post.
Even when you are passing at a temple with no name (probably you just don’t know it) and even if you are not a Buddhist (probably not anyway), old wooden figures at a gate would stand out in your memory for a while. Their weathered faces are made by rain, wind, sun beam and awe.
風雨にさらされ、夏の光に耐え、畏敬の眼差しに触れ。
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Weathered by The Daily Post.
Some words would be needed. First of all, it’s a cherry tree in bloom and cherry blossoms are sometimes interpreted as a symbol of growth in Japan because a school year starts in April with full blooming Sakura cherry. However there are so many kinds of Sakura and one of them starts blooming in December or January. It might not be the best one but it is still beautiful.
冬の初めに咲く桜もまた美しい。
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Growth by The Daily Post.