Japanese Winter Scenes
I waited 9 months to see my first snow in Japan. I desperately wanted to see a wood temple or shrine frosted in snow.
When the storm finally came, I was not disappointed. I wandered through the quiet streets of Tachikawa for a few hours, shooting a couple rolls of film.
The snow flakes were perfect.
|Big, and slow, just like a tacky little shake-up toy. The above picture
was my favorite. I used it on our Christmas card that year.
I returned to the shrine one year later, to show some friends. Unfortunately, it had burned down. All that was left was a hole in the ground. The shrine may be gone, but it's not forgotten.
For the rest of my time in Japan, I was a snow chaser. I chased snow in Sendai. I chased snow in Kyoto. I chased snow in Yokohama.
Angie and Oshimo-san thought I was crazy, when it started snowing in Kyoto one day. None of us where dressed for it. Wrong shoes, no gloves. I wanted to stay anyway, and take pictures. We had a vote over staying or going back to Osaka. I was outvoted, but I won.
Bribery (in the way of food) ruled the day. It was worth it.
I grew up in Northern New York, where snow is a way of life, so I love snow.
When snow has freshly blanketed a town, all houses and grounds (old, new, dirty, clean, interesting or boring) become re-born. A fresh world. A new start. Like children in Catholic school uniforms, all snow covered objects are equal, and beyond judgment.
In pursuit of this ideal, I chased a Yokohama snow flurry to Sankien garden, during the next winter. I got these pictures there.