n orchard truck sits ready for action; the season for orange harvesting in Japan has begun.
Vendors kick back and relax at this outdoor market and popular artist hangout on Nokonoshima Island, near Fukuoka, Japan.
Nokonoshima is the funkiest, hippest little granola island ever.
Orange grove on the top of Nokonoshima Island, near Fukuoka, Japan.
Embarrassingly enough, once I got to the top of Nokonoshima, I realized I was about 200 yen short of cash (they didn’t take VISA, of course) of the entrance fee for the island’s official flower park. So, after wandering away from the main entrance for a bit, I found this trail that led into this neat orange grove. There was an older man there harvesting oranges, who said I could stick around and take as many pictures as I liked. He had a really sweet demeanor; I’m grateful he didn’t just kick me out of there like a penniless bum.
Aside from this, I took a few nice pictures of the grove as well. I’ll try and put those up somewhere later.
Another cool bug in Japan (what a surprise). In all honesty, I have to say I like walking outside every day and finding weird little dudes like this wandering about. Keeps things interesting, and explains movies like Beetle Queen conquers Tokyo.
Cool wall I found at an abandoned elementary school up in the mountains in Yamaguchi. I like to imagine that children maybe used it to play games, once upon a time.
I mailed 7 postcards today. It made me feel like a champ.
It turns out, funny-shaped postcard have to be placed inside plain brown envelopes in Japan before they can be mailed out of country, so if some of my recipients get boring-looking envelopes, never fear, there is a cool postcard waiting inside.
Also, turns out Japanese envelopes don’t have the sticky glue flap that you lick. Instead, the mail workers give you a glue stick to seal your envelope with. I know, because I licked my envelopes for about 2 minutes before I realized I was just licking paper, much to the distress of the Japanese housewife who was sitting beside me writing letters at the post office.
The rusted back of an old Japanese van I found in the neighbourhood near my school. I think it might be an old community service truck. I can’t understand all of the kanji on the back, so I’m not entirely sure.
Just chillin’, calm as you please, on the radiator-type thing in my backyard. I was throwing up towels on the railing to dry when all of a sudden, he was just…there. Of course, I was so stoked to see him that I ran upstairs to grab my camera and banged my shin twice in my hurry, afraid I’d come back and he’d be gone. He was a great little subject; I was up in his face all obnoxious-like with my macro lens and he was just staring at me, like it was nothing, like he stares into the faces of giants all the time. And of course, after all my hurrying and shin-banging to get a shot of him, he stays there unmoving for at least two hours. He’s probably still there now…
Dude, I just looked. He is. That’s like 5 hours.
I loved visiting Rurikō-ji with our group of exchange friends, but I wanted to come back to the temple by myself so I could focus on making some more photographs without them having to wait up for me while I spent 30 minutes making different exposures and such. It was good though, there were actually some other photographers there when I showed up, and we exchanged nods of solidarity. They were both older Japanese men, so a bit more reserved. I wish I had taken their photo!
Can you spot the graveyard kitty?