capturing in prose
A casual scenery along a walking trail which divides a forest from a residential district tells their peaceful everyday life. Bay areas of Yokohama are known as a symbolic place of the city with tricolor of blue, red and white but housing estates of north area sometimes in the woods are also a part of the city.
In case you prefer city life, pics at bottom were taken at Kawasaki, next to Yokohama.
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Pedestrian by The Daily Post.
Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.
– Ray Bradbury
時には窓から飛び出して堕ちゆく中で羽を生やすことも必要なのだ。
– レイ・ブラッドベリ
窓は外を見るためにある。
暑い風が淀む夏も冷たい嵐の夜も、快適な家の中から外見るためにある。
窓は光を取り込むためにある。
朝の温かな食卓も本を読んで過ごす雨の午後も、日々を過ごす光を得るためにある。
だから思い切って窓を開けて外に触れなければ、自分の本当の姿をいつか忘れることになる。
Windows are for seeing outside.
At a summer noontime flowing slack air,
At a stormy night brushing chilly rain,
It always gives you a delightful place to know outside.
Windows are for getting a light.
At a warm breakfast place,
At a rainy afternoon with a ennui book,
It always gives you a light to spend your days.
Sometimes you have to get into nature in order not to miss yourself.
my second contribution to WPC:Windows
You might say it’s not a window. Even so, you are still getting a peek at a hidden steps in a small footpath through your green window.
I thought how I could take a picture of window without it at first but soon I came up with the classic idea from Ukiyoe.
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Windows by The Daily Post.
Many years passed after I left the city where I grew up. It was a typical town symbolizing past high economic growth and I missed most of scenes in my memory. I never would have guessed I missed my way there. Only a navigation system told me where I should turn. One thing completely same as what I know was, of course, nature, layered thunderclouds, fresh flower petals and ice needles.
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Layered by The Daily Post.
The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly.
不公正さや惨劇を深く信じることは無知の現れである。芋虫が言う世界の終わりを主は蝶と呼ぶのだ。Richard Bach
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Not in response to the weekly photo challenge by The Daily Post.
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