Photographs from a small group of islands
When it comes to a description of ‘sexy’, the image of someone cycling to a local supermarket on a basket equipped bicycle is probably not the first thing that springs to mind.
But, in certain situations, it can at least allow for a quick look at some buns of a non-currant kind.
The cat below was happily trying to catch butterflies — or at least it was until I turned up. My mere presence causing it to stop, give me a dirty look, and then set off somewhere else.
But, while departing in the most disgruntled manner it could muster, it must have been even more disappointed, as it was me who ended up bagging a butterfly. Admittedly not a big one. And by no other reason than sheer luck. But it was a butterfly nonetheless.
When out and about in their work gear, office staff and the like are lucky in that they can simply blend in, allowing them to go for a few post-work beers or do a bit of shopping without garnering even a second glance.
Wrestlers, on the other hand, really don’t have it so easy. Like the poor fella below for example. The hat is a lovely touch, and the backpack could well be perfect for carrying his cape, but he’s still not exactly what you’d call inconspicuous.
Japan’s rapidly ageing population is set to cause all kinds of problems in the coming years, not least of which will be the massive drain on what’s going to become a dwindling pool of tax payers.
Yet aside from the obvious benefit to those not dead yet, there are advantages; such longevity creating fabulously featured faces that are fantastic to photograph. And this particular old lady has a face full of stories, as well as the demeanor of one definitely not to be messed with.
Despite their constant and uncomfortable reminders, I’ve always found graveyards to be strangely relaxing places; in many ways the perfect spot for a quiet and contemplative wander on a weekend afternoon.
Pet cemeteries, on the other hand, have somehow always felt very different. Invariably quite disturbing if the truth be told. Although why exactly I don’t know.
This particular place in Tokyo’s western suburbs, however, is an unusual mixture of the two. It’s without a doubt extremely poignant, with silence and the smell of incense pervading every little corner.
But at the same time, its narrow, confusing and quite claustrophobic corridors — inside what seems to be some kind of octagonal-like structure — create an unusual and slightly uncomfortable environment to say the least.
All the more so as practically each and every little cubby-hole is filled with an urn and mementoes of all kinds.
Yet the very obvious joy that these animals once brought to their owners.
And which are now clearly very much missed.
Combine to make it like no other pet cemetery I’ve ever been to before.
