a trip outta town

Recently, I took a short trip down the coast to Hamamatsu to visit a friend, M. The feelings leaving the city were unique; I was struck by the changing of time as the landscape evolved from grey concrete to stone and trees and sea. As the train rolled through the long threshold from city to country, and finally burst out high along a ridge beside the Great Pacific Ocean, the vast expansiveness of nature quietly reminded me of its power. In the city, it is the stop start of traffic lights, the movement of trains, alarm clocks and pay cheques, lunch break and weekdays, that mark time, but while scanning the breadth of the pacific horizon, the waves and the sun's hazy descent are measures, relentless and infinite. Though, when my alarm fails, the sun will rise anyway. This difference of time is marked, and it's effects are visceral.
It was also, and needless to say, great to visit M and R; they are wonderful hosts!

I took some pictures, and those of you in Tokyo may enjoy a glimpse of the sea that's so nearby all the time.

Ocean

not a swimmer

one foot in front of the other

a place to stand and get wet

trees bent by the sea breeze