17 years. That’s how long I’ve been cycling past the entrance to the Tōkai Shizen Hodō (東海自然歩道) next to Jōkōji Station (定光寺駅) without ever venturing past the entrance.
It was only a short trip but in those brief hours I felt a tingle of joy, similar to what I felt a few years ago when I used to walk the streets randomly, taking portraits of strangers and quirky intriguing scenes.
OK, I get it. Raising kids is hard. Harder than I thought. Much harder. Throw in work, the rainy season,
This past week has been one of the most emotionally challenging weeks of my life and it’s not over yet.
Spring is when schools, parks, and quaint Japanese bridges surrounded by cherry blossom are thriving with people welcoming the new school year.
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.