Dear readers. Thank you for stopping by and taking a look at what I do. I am not a writer by vocation or trade, but it does have a special place in my career, and serves a unique purpose on my own personal creative journey.
I’m from Japan, born and…
When I was twenty years old, me and my team found ourselves in the police station, separately being interrogated in a tiny room at 10pm at night. We had been there for six hours, being asked question after question. We each also had our very own good cop/bad cop. My…
Notes from my daily photography experiments #17
Today, I am sad to report, I can not deliver the most elegant of prose or the most detailed of analysis. Today I am looking at the packet of anxiety pills prescribed by a doctor. My very first. I haven’t taken them yet. …
Notes from my daily photography experiments #16
Various thoughts on my love and awe for nature
Oh, how nature must moan sweetly at this beautiful morning light.
What is this light made of, I asked. Poetry, and liquid gold, my brain told me.
How can you not want to observe this? And be opposed to being its overseer.
This pure time, when all of nature agrees…
Notes from my daily photography experiments #15
Today after a visit to the hospital, I found myself cutting my hair to a length it hasn’t been since I was 5 years old. I thought that such a dramatic change would induce feelings of liberation, but alas, I felt nothing.
I don’t know why I decided to take…
Notes from my daily photography experiments #14
A single question visits me when I see this photo. Does beauty exist within people, or are we in a constant state of extracting it? I’m always looking for it, be it nibbling away at sentences in books or from pieces of poetry. Part of me questions my own intent…
Notes from my daily photography experiments #13
Rarely these days do I find myself shooting my own portrait, especially in the nude. With help, I was able to take this image. A simple photo that was accomplished with a cheap light that transformed my body into a canvas for a thousand electrical stars. In looking at the…
Notes from my daily photography experiments #12
There is a dark cloud that dedicated itself as my companion, and it follows me daily, tracing my path with silent steps. I can’t begin to explain why it pursues me and is persistent with seeking to turn my face toward a hungry, self-consuming dread.
I’ve been feeling like this…
Notes from my daily photography experiments #11
The gravel churned under the sole of my sandal as I walked uphill. Nature found itself silent at this time, the quiet moment after the day bugs retire, and right before the insects of the night emerge from their daytime slumbers.
I found myself with my companion on a brisk…
Notes from my daily photography experiments #10
Today I realized how much at a sleep deficit I am at, despite not having an irregular sleep schedule. I was at my dentist to replace my retainer, and within a span of an hour, I had fallen asleep and had been woken up three times.
There is a strange…
