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 …

 

At the studio of Nakamura San, Fukuoka, Kyushu, Japan.

 

Mountains, mist, Kyushu.

 

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 …

 

Yokohama street, August 2009.

 

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 …

 

When walking with Horikitsune to his master Horiyoshi III’s studio, we often passed this playground. It’s built on the site of the old execution grounds. …