Photographs from a small group of islands
With its neon and numerous big screens, Tokyo isn’t exactly lacking in colour. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But head down the city’s side streets, and those hues often have a very different feel; from the gritty spray of cans, to the grime of far less identifiable substances.
On a sombre anniversary in Japan, this photo, somehow, seemed fitting.
The purchase of sensible work shoes is never pleasant, but the pain can at least be partially eased when the seller is a fella who wouldn’t know sensible if it sidled up to him and said hello.
The traditional sight of a Buddhist temple, conventionally attired priest, and a suitably ostentatious time-piece.
The concentration, calm and wonderfully old-school charm of a shogi, or Japanese chess club.
