Why exactly I wish I knew, but there’s something really quite soothing about a walk through a cemetery on a sunny day.

Photographs from a small group of islands
Despite the fact that a 90 or so minute journey from the capital on a suitably bound shinkansen can easily deposit one deep into snowboarding territory, Tokyo and its surrounding areas get surprisingly little snow — and even when there is some it’s generally just a gentle sprinkling.
Yesterday, however, more of the white stuff fell than I’ve witnessed in a long while, making trains late and commuters even more crammed than usual. But at the same time, it also had the power to make this lake, which was once popular but is now largely unvisited and relatively rundown,

seem largely worth a look.

And all in all, really quite welcoming.

Apart from the photography aspect of it, exploring abandoned buildings/haikyo seems to offer different things to different people, and whilst the actual structures and especially the decay they undergo are invariably quite interesting, for me personally, it’s the little details and the private possessions left behind that are by far the most fascinating; items that often give hints about a person’s interests and tastes, possibly even their name — all left behind, and left untouched, sometimes as though it was only yesterday, creating strangely personal (and yet at the same time somehow impersonal) historical artefact of sorts.
A semi-decent example of this being a desk in the Okawa Seminar house, photographs of which can be seen here in part 1.

Presumably once belonging to the facility’s manager, it almost certainly hasn’t been sat in front of for the best part of twenty years, and yet it still feels almost used — private even. Especially so knowing that whoever held the position — and with this being Japan we can at least safely assume it was a man — unfortunately suffered from the occasional stomach complaint.

But whereas he may once have talked to somebody about it, or mentioned it in passing during a phone call, it will never happen again. At least not here.

Likewise, no messages or mutterings will be relayed through to reception either.

And similarly there also won’t be any talk of his other,

rather more mysterious ailment.

Although this somewhat incongruous Felix the Cat pencil case may, or indeed may not, have briefly kept his mind off it.

When it comes to entertainment, Tokyo arguably offers more than what’s manageable — sometimes even what’s unimaginable; however, more often than not such activities require cash, and quite often considerable amounts of it too.
But that said, there are alternatives, and whilst a calming and yet competitive game of shogi in the park may well be cold, it costs next to nothing.

Which for some may well be seen as essential.
