Tokyo — I walk through Aoyama Cemetery about three times a week. It’s set up on a fine-grained grid, so there is an almost infinite number of variations on my diagonal path from corner to corner. Every time I...
Tokyo — Coffee ground long ago, pre-filled into its own filter then sealed in foil. Mocha Blend, fifty to a box. Sometimes you just have to drink what’s on hand and get back to work.
Tokyo — They call it space bouldering. If only!
Chomping down on too much news
Almost yellow… But not quite.
A na ba
Sweet plastic beans
Caught between the moon and Tokyo Station
There's something satisfying about finding a beast this low-tech in the middle of Tokyo.
If only they'd turn down the gravity.
Sleeping on the job?
Not your typical Japanese grave.
The man comes and goes, but his stuff is always here in the tunnel.
Desperate times, desperate measures.