Zen life, Ueno park, Tokyo. Perhaps a chance meeting with the ghost of Yamaoka Tesshu…. Warm and sticky darkness chases the moon up high. A man plays …
September. Early evening at Nakamura-sans studio/house outside Fukuoka. It’s not yet even an hour since we arrived by train from Yokohama. Kazuyoshi, Horikitsune, Horikazu and …
Horikitsune brandishing his Irezumi as well as his photographic skills at Horiyoshi III’s studio august last year.
Snow.
Snow.
The last twentyfour hours blessed us with a traditional smaller snowstorm. This was my street this afternoon.
Subtle.
Subtle.
My Iphone arrived yesterday, and I have spent some 24 hours falling in love with it. This little miracle machine has become a digital extension …
The Greys.
The Greys.
Photography is something that constantly evolves after it has gone pass its initial birth within the practising individual person. My photography did go through many …