Initially I wasn’t going to post these photos of just another walk in the neighbourhood but then I read an
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.