never complains when it's hot

The other day I sat, camera in lap, wondering where I could go to get some great shots of trees in their full summer plumage.

"No!" A million voices cried out. "No more trees!"

And as I am a loving god, I give you... windows! And then next month, probably more trees.

you're not one of them.

~P.K.

someone said we're there

I went on more than a few photo safaris during the winter, and I'm still catching up with some of them. I'm never so inclined to pick up the camera and drive around as when there's fresh snow on the ground.

aloha means goodbye

Three of Three:

I'm just tired at this point. Look, pictures!

i am no futurist

Part Two of Three Follows.


Looking over my nature scenes from winter in Tokyo, I often got the same feeling I had with the images of constructed elements. Great lines, but very little life. It was January, after all. So I decided to play the revisionist - added some warmth here, juiced a couple images past my normal comfort there, until I was satisfied that the photographs suggested at the same theme. (usually by way of its glaring omission.) Anyway, that's what was going through my head.