Suddenly, it’s spring, and visitors are filling up my days, taking me driving up still snow-covered mountains, taking me out to lunch, taking me away from my computer. I’m sorry to have been away from here for so long, but it’s exciting to be out exploring, and I’ll have new photographs soon. In the meantime, my mind is filling up with words and I’m thinking about writing again. In Matsumoto, the cherries are just beginning to unfurl clouds of pink petals that take my breath away. I’m working on old projects and new ones. Like the landscape I’m shaking off the winter chill.
On March 11, 2011, Japan’s northeast was struck by a devastating tsunami. One year later, the worst-hit areas are still struggling to rebuild their lives and communities. All proceeds from print sales of images in my gallery “the Road Onward – for the Tohoku” will go to non-profits working to help rebuild these areas.
Winter here is white, up in the hills, though we’ve had our share of snow in town as well.
I’ve been out exploring, gathering stories, making photographs, learning things. I’ve been using my snowshoes and even when I’m in town, my eyes keep returning to the mountains.
Winter. December blurs into January, New Year’s celebrations bundling the old year into the new. The mountains that mark our horizon out here in central Nagano are cold and crisp and white against the sky, the trees on the higher slopes frosted with snow.
It’s pretty inspiring.
I wrap up against the cold, go out on rambling, think about all the things I’ve achieved this year.
I weigh them against the things I haven’t done, and find the balance in my favour.
Almost 9 months after the tsuami devastated the town, I was offered the chance to visit Minami Sanriku (or Minamisanriku-cho, depending on how you choose to transliterate it) to participate in their “revival market”. The market is an amazing monthly event, designed to raise funds to re-build shops and factories and generally rebuild the heart of the town that was so tragically obliterated on March 11. The market was full of optimism and shining smiles, and the town seems to be in the process of getting back on its feet, though the destruction is still evident on the flat land. I’m still processing the experience, but in the meantime, I’ve put up some of my photographs over on flickr.