The hustle and bustle of Tokyo is often mesmerising, but every now and again, quiet moments are as essential as they are soothing.
A safety first Tokyo cherry blossom season
“PLEASE ENJOY THE CHERRY BLOSSOM.”
“SENSIBLY!”
Tokyo shadows and a pandemic portrait of a portrait
With almost everyone in Tokyo wearing a mask almost everywhere, relative anonymity has now become the new norm. So for the feasible future, covered faces or the occasional photograph of a portrait will quite rightly have to suffice.
Tokyo popcorn and retro video rentals
A little over a year ago, I posted this photo of an old and defunct Tokyo video shop.
It’s still my favourite. How could it not be with that sign? Yet in what’s an admittedly very niche subject matter, there’s now a new(er) kid on the block. A smaller sign of course, but it still makes for a nice companion to its more substantial cousin.
A Tokyo peace march of sorts
With only five members, the march, as it was rather boldly called, was a little on the optimistic side. Similarly, the half-hearted outfits consisting of some (mostly) white clothes and mismatched coloured sheets appeared to suggest that things weren’t quite what they seemed. There again, it was all about peace, so their hearts were definitely in the right place. No doubt about that at all. Plus, despite the dubious wardrobe decisions, they looked wonderfully incongruous on a modern Tokyo crossing.
Faded Japan a few hours north of Tokyo
Japan’s vast train network means it’s easy to get to and from almost anywhere, and that’s especially true in and around the nation’s big cities. A system that is ideal for long walks, as no matter where you decide to get off, it’s almost always possible to make it to another station, allowing for plenty of options, detours and the chance to change destinations on the fly.
It was such an approach that resulted in the photos below. We got a local train north of the capital, and then just meandered, for hours, taking in settlements around stations, and the relatively sparsely populated areas in between.
Scenery-wise it was quite befitting of a grey and cold Monday in early March, and a combination of the weather and locale meant we didn’t encounter many people. Instead, what we saw were signs of how things once were, along with the decades-long decline that has resulted in how things actually are. A side of the country that is rarely seen, and certainly never promoted, but for me at least, its faded charm is endlessly fascinating.
