Breaking Old Japanese Cups and Collecting Snail Shells
An image diary, and capturing the bits and bobs of my home in Japan
Frustration was what laced the edges of my day. Despite it, I knew that I couldn’t ignore photography forever, and that excuses shouldn’t be made.
Finally, I did it. An image was captured, despite my brain having been severely cluttered, and I have found no remedy for its disorganization. Neither a cure for my fear that I have been forgetting one too many words recently.
It may not be an extravagant one, or one that moves me in particular, but I look at it, and I know. I know that I tried, I know that it was the oil that got the cogs in my brain moving, and perhaps the next won’t be as much as a struggle, and I will find more depth in my emotional waters.
There are three things I’ve included in the image. There is no particular rhyme or reason why I did so, but let me give you a bit of a background on these items that I have scattered in my home.
- Anyone who knows me, knows that I am a gardener. With this territory, I come across abandoned snail shells all the time. I always save them, and give them to my house plants for their company and decoration. I have found hundreds this year.
- I am also a collector of the…
