The standard image of Tokyo as a busy, sprawling concrete mass is an accurate one. It really does feel like the city goes on forever, and the sometimes monstrous number of people can be overwhelming to say the least. But head west, a long way west, and the suburbs eventually make way for something very different — a part of the capital that is not only quiet, but also boasts mountains, abandoned cable cars, a disused railway line and even a bar owner in her 90s who still opens for business on a daily basis. An area where, as the latter suggests, the country’s ageing population is more pronounced. So in many ways, the sight of an elderly woodcutter is more expected than that common symbol of Tokyo, the salaryman.
This is a noted and familiar theme throughout Asia. Once you leave the large high density cities, life changes rapidly. And the local clock seems to frequently turn back decades; which is not always a bad thing.
Yeah, that’s very true. I really like this area as it’s so different, and yet is still Tokyo. And like you say, there’s a lot to like about that older, slower way of life.
Nice shot. Great expression you captured. 🙂
Cheers. Yeah, he was a lovey old fella. He seemed very contented.
Wonderful photograph. So many textures. At full rez I can almost smell the cut wood, the damp rust, the smoke. And what on earth are those gnarly tongs for?
Thank you. Yeah, it was a wonderful little scene. A real pleasure to see.
That’s a good question, but I just took the photo and carried on past, so your guess is as good as mine I’m afraid.