Tomato seeds
Tokyo, Japan.
I forgot to mention that when I was flying in on Wednesday, that I was on the same flight with some members of the Australian swimming team making their way to Yokohama for the Pan Pacs meet. Y'know, with the likes of Geoff Huegill, Sarah Ryan and Dyana Calub.
Today it rained. It didn't stop us walking around some parts of Shinjuku and Harajuku, or getting somewhat drenched in Yoyogi park. I might have unwittingly brought Melbourne greyness with me, but I am enjoying the tropical temperature and the (wet) skirt weather. It's just that grey days don't make for good photos.
There is something I have come to realise about Tokyo, which might have occurred to me much later, or not at all, if I weren't an avid photographer. The movement of people makes up the spirit of the city, it flows like an endless stream puddled with eddies. It becomes very difficult, almost impossible, to focus on the personality of one person and accurately capture them. It is as if the mark of one person is dispersed into the rest of the society as a whole, and perhaps it takes the same finely-honed instinct that shouts out when you are about to be run over by a bicycle or a taxi (which I am already acquiring) to be able snare a little bit of the magic that is so deeply hidden here, yet so obviously found everywhere.
Posted by sniffles at August 24, 2002 02:07 AM