Photographs from a small group of islands
When feeling weary on a warm day after way too much walking, what better than to park one’s posterior and partake in a couple of pints? Although undoubtedly it’s decidedly more fun for mum and dad than it is for a young daughter.
After several months of happily unsettling all and sundry, the recent harvesting of the rice crop has sadly rendered this region’s once sinister scarecrows redundant.
A decidedly sorry state of affairs that they have surrendered to with surprising sensibleness and even serenity.
Which is an especially commendable approach considering that one of them is also dealing with what could well be deemed as one of the worst hair days in history.
Japanese festivals are often based around lifting mikoshi, lovely lighting and general jolliness, with many of them managing all of the above and maybe even more.
Including men boldly bearing their bottom half.
Masks that are both serene and yet strangely unsettling at the same time.
And a varied range of music from extremely complicated looking contraptions,
to decidedly more simple but far more sensational sounding drums.
Plus, of course, the almost obligatory and previously mentioned manhandling of a mikoshi.
All of which, no matter how many times one has seen them, are still as fascinating as the first time.
There are numerous Japanese items on the market for producing bigger and also better-shaped breasts, all the way from biscuits and beverages to rather bizarre rack rearranging rollers.
But for ladies after better looking boobs with basically no bother, this ‘sleeping bust up bra’ would appear to be perfect.
The garment effortlessly allowing the wearer to practically do nothing but simply wake up and marvel at her magically and majestically moulded mammaries.
A product that I can personally vouch for too, as after only a week or so of wearing one, my burgeoning man breasts are now looking particularly pert. Admittedly not an immediate postponement of prior engagements and play with them all day kind of pertness, but nevertheless they are still pleasantly perter.
Perhaps.
The slowly falling foliage and Fahrenheit may well hint that autumn is well and truly upon us, but possibly an even more significant symbol is the harvesting of this year’s rice crop.
A decidedly tiresome-looking task that this old fella in western Tokyo looks like he’s tackled way too many times to remember.
And considering the legendary longevity of the Japanese, his laborious efforts in the fields will more than likely continue for many more years to come.
