Thursday, December 16, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
autumn
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Street View
I've been using google map for a long time but now street view is just as important. I always prefer google map to other map services because it's more accurate. I'm bad with representative maps that don't show every small road, cos I can't map it into my mental representation of the route. Street view is for me much more intuitive - i will trace the map to the place i want to go, and actually walk through it in street view. the result is pretty amazing - i actually have a memory of the route before I have ever been there, and walking the route for the first time actually feels "familiar", just because I have the images preloaded into my mind.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
the view from below
reverse dolphin kicks let you view the water surface from below... unforgettable...
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
人生のドラマ
Feels like I've been watching life like a drama recently.
A friend's dad passed away.
A friend passed his qualifying examinations.
A friend's shop got burned before business started.
A friend had such a bad day at work he didn't want to talk about it.
A friend who used to get rejected by credit card companies got his 12th card.
A friend is feeling lost at work because things don't seem to be working out so smoothly on his new job.
A friend's having family problems and he's trying to play the diplomat.
I'm sure the drama is being acted out in its different versions all over the world all the time. Every time I see life this way, life becomes a little more real - and the more real life gets, the more it feels like a dream...
I hope that every time I meet people in their drama of life, I will have all the words to help them put the reality back into the dream, and to put the dream back into the reality.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Photography, when paired with Tourism, is a very frightening thing. It does not speak of experience; it speaks of conquest. That is why I don't really take photographs anymore. When I do, I try not to be part of the picture - so that my photographs would not tell a story about what I have conquered, but the story of what conquered me.

This story is about how I spent my most quality hours this weekend, at the side of a small road, listening to the sounds of my neighborhood.

This was where I sat, enveloped by the breeze.
You can hear the breeze and see it create these pretty waves in the fields.


If you sit here and close your eyes, you will hear all the different sounds of birds, of toads, of crickets and of living things I do not know how to identify from the sounds they make. And if you follow their lines as a sound scape, you have an instant symphony.


Occasional cars pass through this road. When they do, it's one at a time, so you can hear the their engines go past behind you, and notice how the pitch of the sound it makes changes as it goes into the distance.

More of the orchestra pit.

The white things standing out of the fields are cranes (okay, crane-like birds i don't know their names).



Do you go to the city, or does the city come to you?

We don't raise a white flag in the face of the bulldozer. We raise a black flag instead.



Man at work. You can hardly tell, because he is one with his surroundings.

At night the humans go to sleep, but the fields continue their nightlife.
This story is about how I spent my most quality hours this weekend, at the side of a small road, listening to the sounds of my neighborhood.
This was where I sat, enveloped by the breeze.
You can hear the breeze and see it create these pretty waves in the fields.
If you sit here and close your eyes, you will hear all the different sounds of birds, of toads, of crickets and of living things I do not know how to identify from the sounds they make. And if you follow their lines as a sound scape, you have an instant symphony.
Occasional cars pass through this road. When they do, it's one at a time, so you can hear the their engines go past behind you, and notice how the pitch of the sound it makes changes as it goes into the distance.
More of the orchestra pit.
The white things standing out of the fields are cranes (okay, crane-like birds i don't know their names).
Do you go to the city, or does the city come to you?
We don't raise a white flag in the face of the bulldozer. We raise a black flag instead.
Man at work. You can hardly tell, because he is one with his surroundings.
At night the humans go to sleep, but the fields continue their nightlife.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
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