I found a river with increasing volume of water. Because of the rain yesterday, the flow is becoming thicker and faster. Withering glass is bending in the breeze and the mist of smoke in the upper stream of the white river look unearthly enough to expect something can happen next.

In one morning, I walked a little way further to the opposite side of the forest by crossing the narrow roadway off the park. I found this carpet of little yellow flowers on the swamp that has just been a bush until quite recently. It smelled sweet and I can still see the bright dots when I close my eyes.

When the clouds start to move, a new story begins. It's not the fun and peaceful one, but more mysterious. The main stage will be the big house on the other side, and the deep bush must be covering a secret. An ordinary middle-aged single man feels a strike of something while he is fishing. He lifts the fishing rod slowly and pulls up a notebook. Now, he feels a flutter in his breast. Maybe a photo novel like this would be nice.

I rarely shoot just a body part of a person, except the face. While I was waiting for a coffee in the café in Akasaka, the legs caught my eyes. I felt I must shoot, so I looked into the viewfinder, focused, and pressed the shutter. She was a lady with a charming smile and a long black hair.

The sun was shining on the stairwell of a hotel in Tokyo. The woman was looking outside. The silhouette of the latticework and the shadow on the wall of the stairs looked interesting. This is another kind of scene that I began to notice since I started using a monochrome-only camera.

I cannot resist shooting when I find transparent objects like these glasses. Cold sweating glasses, beer bubbles, ices of the on-the-rocks, and reflections on the table... they are all seductive.

How wonderful to have a room to sing a song in the middle of sign-painting. I wonder if his hair is also harden by the paint. I admire someone who lives freely. He seems to have techniques to convert stress into fun. I'd be just happy as long as I can eat, have a place to rest, stay healthy, and have a little fun.

The caps in this shop are special and they are hand-made by her who is responsible from designing to completion. They share the basic shape but look different depending on the decoration and colors. They are all so unique and her face shows how much she is dedicated in her work.

As expected, pro's face is just different. The tough-looking skin must be a result of working regardless of conditions and the eyes never lose targets. The position is stable and the center of gravity never moves. I can see her confidence in capturing the best moment deep inside her calm face. I looked at my face in the mirror, and I found that I'm still no good compared to her. It's just that I have more freckles and my face is too loose.

These days, I 'm into trekking. I'm fully equipped and walking with an expert.

I'm still at the level of "advanced hiker," but I've been discovering fresh scenes (such as this natural pattern) that I hadn't captured. These scenes sometime betray my expectation that I have developed in the streets and they look so free to me.

While trekking I come across the dynamism of life deep inside the forest. The trees and insects live through the four seasons for years and repeat ending and beginning. Aren't we the same?

According to human rhythm for living, fall is a season for sorrow. The sky is high and clear. The leaves change colors, die, and get blown by the wind. As I see such a scene, I feel loneliness while being impressed by the beauty.

I have many chances to take a look at the works of photographers who recently became famous. In many cases the talent and techniques to capture the very moment when light, shadow, and composition work all together are something that must have been acquired as photo journalists. And, as a weekend cameraman, I don't think I can reach that level. Still, I want to explore the direction to establish my style that people can identify my work.