Nov 03 2017 13 CommentsA suburban Tokyo bus stop The tedium of waiting for a bus is certainly no different in Tokyo.
I like it. Cool. Captures that feeling perfectly! 😉 Great framing as always!
Thanks. Good to hear!
Another great photograph with many elements. The clean road and shutters, the woman standing back in a damp and ramshackle alcove (obviously a rebel as she refuses to stand on the allocated yellow lego tile), the bus stop promising an escape, and the apartments maybe where the woman lives.
And the detail! The tap, the padlock, the dish, the access ladder, the meter, the utility cover, the vent, the aircon, the light, the denim, Wally.. (wait, no that’s another site), the wood, the metal, the plastic, the bricks, the breeze blocks, the moss, the grime, the graffiti, the wires, the lagging, the rust, the paint, the corrosion, the glaze – ah, the glaze.
The absolute best bit for me is that row of tiles. They look as if the glaze were made from ground peacock feathers and abalone shells – beautiful. The place must have looked amazing when those tiles were first laid.
Thank you. Really nice to hear you got so much from it. Lovely description of those tiles as well. They are a very distinctive colour, aren’t they?
There were breeze blocks
There was rust
There was aircon
There was glaze
O that glaze!
Very ‘Third Uncle’ (Brian Eno)
and of course..” Then there was you”.. and a tap.
Yes. Very good call.
Any mention of Brian Eno is a special treat — an artist whose albums are always on regular rotation. Music For Airports is currently getting a lot of plays once again, as is High Life with Karl Hyde. Plus I’m also enjoying the very real pleasure of playing the track, Here Come The Warm Jets on loop.
That is one good way limiting Tokyo record shop cash creep..
and there IS a “Music for Bus Stops.” (Psychic Temple). If only she knew.
Thanks for the Eno update!
Wonderful. I wasn’t aware of that either. Just need a Music for Train Stations now.
Good call john. My Eno was more his collaberations with Roxy, 801, Bowie and his production stuff like his “enossification” of lamb lies down. But the Bauhaus’ cover of third uncle I certainly heard a lot, so perhaps the influence was from there. Everything is derivative 🙂
It was quiet and deserted. She bent to fasten her shoelace and felt a tap on her shoulder…but no one was there.
I wish I’d thought of that. Fits perfectly.
She’s like â€œoh crap… I hope he doesn’t speak English to me…â€ ðŸ˜œ
Haha, quite possibly! I’ve heard that excuse mentioned many times when an empty seat is left next to a foreigner on the train.