More photos with my barely focused eyes. I am a bit shy when photographing people- stealing their souls (without permission) and all that. I have tried to capture a few souls, but I am still seduced by the simplicity of color and pattern.
The layout of Tokyo Eyes is still pretty simple (thumbnails and text *). Each photo seems to imply a larger story. Enjoy a few at a time and please come back again. Photos are all btw/ 60 and 100k.
The red bib keeps the crumbs off while eating in the spiritual world. Often there is a glass of sake nearby this jizo to help him help us.
The blue of the Japanese roof tiles and
the rust of the drying harvest in November.
An empty basket in a field near a river in Ibaraki prefecture. A "half empty- half full" zen koen.
This handsome old
farmer in Jimba watches us through a curtain of drying fuki, bog rhubarb.
Trapped between two worlds, a boy hides from the afternoon sun's reflections and battles
"Ulatolaman" (Ultraman) just down the street from our house.
Worn stones are replacement heads for these two statues in Nikko. Maybe they are married, maybe just dating.
Two women choose the
perfect daruma at Jindai-ji after closely inspecting the gold leaf. They pay about 40,000 yen ($400) for their good luck.
A bottle of
shochu waits each evening above the bar at Yorimichi literally with my name on it. Houses are small, so the neighborhood yakitori-ya becomes a livingroom and an easy stop just across from the train station on the way home after work.
Keep still
HuShe. I don't know what this sign in Kappabashi means.
Miyake-jima is a seven hour boat ride from Tokyo, but the island is still within the city limits. A
woman gathering sea-weed and muscles at low tide looks up.
These salarymen on the Chuo-sen may not be in a hurry to get home tonight.
Electronics are sold
like vegetables in Akihabara. I love wandering in the warren of stalls, each stall with just enough room for the vendor, but fullfilling any obscure technical need. I often feel like I am in "Blade Runner" in Tokyo.
There is selective amnesia about WWII in Japan, but a
pink toy plane is not threatening to this boy outside a temple during the New Year festival.
Trees are wrapped up in straw and protected from the winter cold in this garden. The pine tree is a beautiful classic horizontal shape, its limbs supported like a suspension bridge.
I'm enjoying an afternoon fish stick snack.
Thumbnails are generally a close up portion of the full photo. Click on them to see the big picture.Brent Huber bhuber@asij.ac.jp