A cosplayer catching me, capturing her.
Cosplay contact(s)
Nice day for a natter
Talking to strangers — whether it be a quick warble about the weather or a moan about the train being more than a minute late — is typically not the done thing in Tokyo, which, for me at least, always seems like a loss, as random bits of friendliness, or a quick conversation, can often make a bad day much more bearable.
So, with this in mind, it was particularly pleasant to see these two old ladies, who initially didn’t seem to know each other, enjoying a right good natter on an already nice afternoon made noticeably nicer.
Birds of a feather…
Japanese rivers boast many a sight, such as men with easels or even instruments, but, at certain times of the year, it’s also possible to spot small gangs of men sporting some of the larger lenses bonuses can buy.
Fellas (as it’s almost never females) whose patience, like their equipment, is of envious proportions.
But, as a picture by somebody with none of the former and the wrong sort of the latter amply proves, you certainly need both to stand any chance of securing even a semi-decent shot.
The only other option being to have subjects that are incredibly accommodating.
Confined to one spot.
Or at the very least held conveniently captive.
Rubbish wrapping or rubbish?
Rather forlornly left at the side of the road, this scooter could be either a not so carefully bound gift, or simply some carelessly abandoned garbage.
A stony silence
For me at least, the more moss and stone a garden contains, the more fascinating it becomes, and even better if it boasts a tome ishi (æ¢çŸ³) or two; a stone with rope wrapped round it that, whilst perfectly fitting its surroundings, is also functional, meaning ‘stop’ or ‘no entry’.
The only trouble is that as it’s not a universally known symbol — and even when taking the picture above several passing couples voiced aloud their wonder about what it was — such stones are often saddled with a sign, detracting somewhat from their simpleness.
