Getting off the motorway bus at Takehara Station,
I checked a map.
It seems to take 10 mins to get the historical district.
I trace the route in my mind again
as putting my camera out of my backpack.
Having a stretch, I started to stroll.

Rivers in this town are stunning.
There are many old buildings,
that brings a kind of nostalgic feeling.


Traditional-style shops.
Potted plants placed along streets.

Such Details tell me how locals live there.
That stimulates my imagination cheerfully.

Walking for a while,
the colour of the streets looks darker.

Eaves with beautiful craftsmanship are lined.


The stuff in front of the houses
lets me know locals certainly live there,

but looking around,
it is just the world surrounded by clayey walls and tile roofs,
that confuses me when it is now.

Once entering one of them,

I feel as if someone appears saying “hi”.

It is the days going by,
but the time is still alive at this place.

I sense the current and the time going by
in the same freshness.

I stroll with puzzled mind.

I can’t find any words to describe my feeling.
At the bottom of my mind,
strong excitement is growing quietly.

From several hundred years ago to right now,
people have been coming and going exact this place.
I recognise the fact
with every cell in my body.

I deeply breathe looking up the sky.
The winter air chills my nose.
Smoke trailing over there
reminds me this moment I stand.
(Photography at Takehara City in Hiroshima Prefecture, Japan)