With the backpack packed and batteries charged, chocolate and sugary snacks purchased, I headed to the Torikura trail entrance (鳥倉登山口) late on Saturday afternoon to start the 2 to 3 hour climb to the campsite.
After I’d finished I sat waiting a couple of kilometres from where the festival was about to start at a michi-no-eki and I wondered why I hadn’t just jumped in the car with everyone else.
This is more of a note to myself than anything else. A reminder that the mountains are still there.
Kyoto 1998. I had one of these Pentax Espio 115M cameras. It had a panorama settings which at the time I thought was pretty awesome but now realise was nothing more than a mask to blacken two-thirds of the frame.
OK, I get it. Raising kids is hard. Harder than I thought. Much harder. Throw in work, the rainy season,
Photo Above: Remnants of a bush fire in northern Western Australia. I’ve always had more interest in Australia than anywhere