Photographs from a small group of islands
From just over the river in neighbouring Chiba, it wasn’t a surprise at all to see Tokyo’s truly enormous Skytree. The same, however, could not be said of Mount Fuji. Especially so at this time of year. And at such a distance.
But while they were both something to marvel at, the angry-looking sky was simply alarming.
Lousy weather isn’t exactly much fun, especially so at the weekend. But, in dark little alleyways, it admittedly does add to the atmosphere.
Quite possibly it’s just me. But on a dingy side street, in an old part of town, a rough and ready shoeshine such as this one seems almost Dickensian in nature.
The wonderful weather that resulted in this year’s cherry blossom appearing a good two weeks earlier than usual, sadly upped and left the minute said blooms hit their much publicised weekend peak. Truly rotten timing that left picnic spots awash with rain rather than revellers, with none but the hardiest of hanami goers opting to sit down, drink and deal with the elements.
But between the cold and rain there was a brief spell on Monday when the sun shone, the temperature was turned up a notch or two, and all seemed well with the world. A welcome respite that allowed for this lovely moment, before the rain swept in again and unceremoniously washed it all away.
