Art Nouveau earrings scattered on the rainbow scree, komakusa (Dicentra peregrina) pindot the high slopes of Tohoku’s volcanoes, their range extending into the north, towards Kamchatka. Mount Zao’s broad back rose out of the shimmering heat of the plains like a great whale, a white wall in the winter, and I walked down its windblown spine, the mountains rolling in every direction, my left foot in Yamagata, my right in Miyagi, and the crater lake changed colors with the setting sun like a chameleon. #japan#honshu#tohoku#miyagi#yamagata#flower#volcano#mountains#komakusa#craterlake
“We have lived here for 20 generations,” @moemihorigome said. “It’s a wonderful life.” On the rich, green plains of southern Miyagi, I sat with her and her mother, Kaoru, in their airy farmhouse, drinking tea, thumbing through a Ghanaian edition of one of Kaoru’s many books. Their wagyu cattle, black velvet in an old wooden barn, passed the afternoon heat in their postprandial bliss. You could live here forever, among the hydrangeas planted by Moemi’s grandfather. I walked toward white snows and green mountains, under shinkansen floating across the heavy evening air, silent, ghostlike, dreaming of farmhouses in a primordial land. Later, a magnitude 4 earthquake hit the bathhouse like a passing army column. #japan#honshu#tohoku#miyagi#farm#cow#inaka#wagyu
“Atualmente todos vivemos em um mundo dominado pelas máquinas. Quase não restam em nosso deteriorado planeta espaços livres, onde possamos esquecer nossa sociedade industrial e testar, sem sermos incomodados, nossas faculdades e energias primitivas. Em todos nós se esconde uma saudade do estado primogênito, com o qual podíamos calibrar-nos com a natureza e enfrentá-la, descobrindo a nós mesmos. Aqui está basicamente a razão de não haver para mim uma meta mais fascinante que esta: Um homem e uma montanha.” — Messner, Reinhold
🇯🇵Há exatos 2 anos conquistei o Monte Fuji. Esse extraordinário vulcão japonês me faz sonhar até hoje com os momentos que passamos naquela trilha. Sem dúvida são momentos que eu JAMAIS esquecerei, pois, se um dia a memória falhar, estarão guardados no coração.
🗻Altitude: 3.776 m
🌋Última erupção: 16 de dezembro de 1707
The Mayan architects of Chichen Itza on the Yucatán may be gone, but their skills remain with the warehouse builders of Miyagi Prefecture. As the early morning July sun struck a corrugated metal door, a sleepy owl with a bulging right eye was turned into a laser-eye owl, not unlike the feathered serpent crawling down the stairs of the Temple of Kukulkan at the equinoxes. The shopkeeper next door knew what I didn’t, and a few hours later, as I walked between the fields under an increasingly laser-like sun, I regretted turning down his offer of a straw hat. #japan#honshu#tohoku#miyagi#owl#lasereye#chichenitza#mayanarchitecture
An attack helicopter at the last stage of assembly, the imago of a dragonfly dries its wings after emerging from its nymph, to turn into a menace of the air from a menace of rice paddies. I suspect many a small insect would wish for miniature Stinger missiles. #japan#honshu#tohoku#miyagi#dragonfly#insects
When Mazda dreams of itself, it dreams perhaps of the three-wheelers, without which there would be no Le Mans to dream of, no sun-dappled mountain roads for Miatas. The three-wheel Mazdago, in 1931, was Mazda’s first vehicle, and they kept making them for 40 years. This, the T2000, was the last, a Japanese giant hornet to the European honeybee of a Piaggio Ape, good for two tons. Don’t bring a trailer: it’s got one. #japan#honshu#tohoku#fukushima#mazda#truck#mazdathreewheeler#threewheeler#piaggioape#jdm#mazdat2000
Se pensiamo al Giappone, abbiamo in mente un paese sovraffollato, ordinato ed altamente tecnologico. Ma il Giappone è anche terra d’incredibile bellezza, dove paesaggi diversissimi coesistono, e lo svela la serie “Wild Japan”. Oggi alle 15.00 su Rai5 il primo episodio ha al centro l’isola più grande del Giappone, Honshu, dove oltre 100 milioni di persone vivono in grandi metropoli, tra cui Tokyo, e piccoli villaggi. Ma qui c'è anche una sorprendente diversità di fauna selvatica, e un vasto paesaggio incontaminato.
The Buddha and his disciples looked out over a serene ocean, its waves not monstrous walls but soft ripples, knit caps against the breeze, and I stood with them for a long time, looking towards California, where, at Big Sur, I spoke my first words in the summer of 1982. I wouldn’t see the Pacific again until January 2011, two months before it devoured the land on which we now stood. The wildflowers were back now, and so were the ducks, flying into a kaleidoscopic sunset, messengers between water, earth, and air. We didn’t need to look into the skies for alien worlds. I turned my back on the ocean, like the moai of Easter Island, and walked into the mountains of Tohoku. #japan#honshu#tohoku#fukushima#buddha#buddhism#statue#ocean#pacific#pacificocean#sunset
A wristwatch on the stairs, a vintage Toyota under six years of dust, the rusted cap of an unopened beer, a heating bill from February 2011, silk rabbits in their Sunday best: what we leave behind when our lives as we have known it ends between a Friday afternoon and a Saturday morning. I wandered the streets of Namie to the sound of cleanup crews hacking at the weeds, but who was kidding whom: four months after the evacuation order had been lifted, it was a dead town, every house rotting and ruined after six years of abandonment. An increase in cancer deaths was traded for the instant death of a town of 20,000. There was no evil here, only the banality of the ocean, the reactor, and the government, whose combined efforts have created a brutal work of art; less poetic, perhaps, than Ayano Tsukimi’s gentle elegy for Nagoro, but no less effective as a mirror to a country which is losing a million people a year, to the ephemerality of our lives. I found it almost unbearable to look, but I didn’t look away, for this was Japan, and I had come to look at Japan. And I realized, when I walked out of Namie, that Japan was now also looking at me. #japan#honshu#tohoku#fukushima#namie#fukushimadisaster
🗻🇯🇵🗾❄️Mount Fuji (富士山 Fujisan, located on Honshu Island, is the highest mountain in Japan at 3,776.24 m (12,389 ft). An active stratovolcano that last erupted in 1707–08,Mount Fuji lies about 100 kilometres (60 mi) south-west of Tokyo, and can be seen from there on a clear day. Mount Fuji's exceptionally symmetrical cone, which is snow-capped for about 5 months a year, is a well-known symbol of Japan and it is frequently depicted in art and photographs, as well as visited by sightseers and climbers.❄️🗾🗻 #japan#nature#photography#mount#fuji#mountfuji#honshu#like#followforfollow#commentforcomment
"Paper wrapped around incense smells of incense, and string binding fish smells of fish."
- Buddhist saying
Whether we like it or not, we naturally become influenced by our surroundings.
Takayama, Japan, March 2017
On an abstract level, we all know that the calendars of Pripyat show April 1986, and that the calendars of Namie show March 2011, but an abstract level is one thing, and standing in the hallway of a house, reeling from the moldy, humid air, over books knocked from shelves by the earthquake and never replaced, an unmade bed never to be made again, the abandoned drawings of children who barely remember this house now, a coat stand thrown all the way across the room, trailing shirts like the coma of a comet, the concrete of the front steps cracked, on the wall a framed picture of Kagoshima, the city I had walked out of on a long-ago April morning to come here, and knowing that April 2011 will never come, is another thing. #japan#honshu#tohoku#fukushima#fukushimadisaster#calendar