The Diner is gone. I remember their burger juices splashing on my face.

My all-time favorite. Everything is very Japanese.

Japan. Even the trash is laid out nicely.

Good morning, jet-lag.

Kickstarter's original office, soon to be a co-working and event space. Ah the beginnings!

I like colorful things.

A never-ending mural.

Temptation.

Waiting for the woman to arrive.

A day in the life of a coffee bean.

Fresh, untouched powder on the otherside.

Waiting for fishy fishy dinner.

Up there.

A wall of glass in the city.

Shower-head shopping with Japan's most knowledgable shower-head seller.

Let the chanting begin!

The climb begins!

Before the climb, and no libations!

Zen breakfast, literally and figuratively.

Somewhere in Tokyo, a bald skirtless person is running around...

No way out!

One of Kyoto's many beauties - random temples on virtually every block.

Tape, tape, and more tape! The adult version of the cardboard box fort.

Kengo Kuma built a house in Kamakura for a friend; it's not listed anywhere and it's beautiful!

It seems Yves Klein followed me to Japan!

Apparently Sayhi was taken.

Some are not as fortunate in the cold walk home.

Today my running partner the Sun decided to wait another hour before waking up.

Found a fascinating way to recycle skateboards while strolling a boardwalk with everything but skateboarders.

Every day I step outside, I'm greeted by a Yves Klein sky.

Thinking about the fantastic long-weekend I spent at 白神山地, up in Aomori.