Maybe it was the light. Maybe it wasn’t. But either way, this man amply proves that even amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, quiet moments of contemplation can still be captured.

Photographs from a small group of islands
Maybe it was the light. Maybe it wasn’t. But either way, this man amply proves that even amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, quiet moments of contemplation can still be captured.

Considering the horribly cramped and stressful conditions of many trains in Tokyo, episodes of violence are surprisingly not the norm. That’s not to say they don’t happen of course, because they do, and feelings of irrational hatred towards other passengers are often clearly visible on scores of harassed, unhappy faces. What’s more, the trains don’t need to be busy either, as such sentiments can also be seen on quiet, weekend evening journeys.

Asakusa it certainly is. And a real geisha she most certainly isn’t. But what’s similarly certain is that the sight of her is still very striking.

The wait has been a long one, but after teasing us for a few weeks, spring has finally arrived in Tokyo. Noticeably warmer temperatures are obviously a sign, but perhaps even more than that, the fragrant and blooming plum blossoms prove it’s the real deal. A sight that’s beautiful in itself, but arguably even more so for what it represents — and represented.

Tokyo’s older, shitamachi districts, are generally friendlier, slower paced areas than their more modern, neon-lit neighbours. But now and again, suspicion it would seem still supersedes acceptance.
