It was during a walk around my neighbourhood – I saw grandson and grandmother out with a kite.
I went on a short bike ride this morning. The first in a few days. The pressure of last week
It’s been a while since I shot a roll of film on my Leica. It was browsing through the wonderful book of photographs of travels throughout Asia in the 1990s (and 1980s?) called Asia Grace by Kevin Kelly and John Sypal’s Zuisha (随写) that did it.
Stand pretty much anywhere in Nagoya with an elevated view and look northeast. You’ll see a small mountain range slowly being eaten away by a quarry.
When you think of big Japanese cities I doubt that mountain biking comes to mind. But if you know where to look even in the major urban sprawls you’ll be able to find potential trails.
Jokoji Temple (定光寺) in Seto (瀬戸市), just to the east of Nagoya – but closer to Kasugai in reality –