Between Brisbane and Japan, some whimsy and Dan (All contents © 2013 by Dan Ryan, unless noted)

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“For My Next Trick…”—A small preparation

I figured that after participating in Brisbane’s annual Artists Evening of Sharing event for the last three years it was time to finally show excerpts from “Tokyo Panic Stores” publicly.  So that’s what’s going to happen next month at Brisbane city hall. Below is the official announcement in Brisbane’s official monthly newsletter.

Last night I spent two hours getting an old Hewlett-Packard 8250 photo printer to produce eleven 8 1/2” x 11” borderless copies of “Tokyo Panic Stories” photographs from 2012 and 2013. The 8250 is notorious for having faulty paper feed rollers, so it was a time-consuming pain in the ass to get each photo paper sheet to load properly into the machine by pushing every one with my fingers. In the end, as you can see below, I got the job done, and I am very pleased with the results. The next step is to mount the photos on some kind of rigid backing so they can hang properly in Brisbane city hall’s main conference room.

If you live in the Bay Area near San Francisco, I do hope you’ll come by for the official reception for my work next month. I haven’t shown my work in any kind of public space since 1989, and I am really looking forward to this.



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This Building Endures—A small time passage

In Udagawachō, Shibuya there is this very narrow building that has existed at least since I lived in Tokyo in the late ‘80s. Back then it was a dark, dimly-lit place. I stumbled into it one summer night in 1988, attracted by an exterior sign that said “imported video” in English. I made my way up to the video store, which was on the third floor. The place did indeed have American VHS tapes for sale, factory sealed and pristine. But each tape cost the yen equivalent of about $100. The two shopkeepers, young men who both wore dark suits and sunglasses even though it was around 21:00 and 35 degrees Celsius, looked and acted uncomfortable that I was in the place. Very uncomfortable. Their shifty vibe made me nervous and I quickly left empty-handed to go drinking at a place I knew closer to Shibuya Station.

In recalling the incident from time to time during the last quarter century, I’ve become convinced the young men were yakuza and the video place was some kind of front.

Nevertheless, the memory of this building’s location and narrow profile always stuck with me, always intrigued me. I have been back to Tokyo three times since I moved away in late 1988, and during each return trip I have made a point of finding this building and photographing it to note any changes to its occupancy and appearance. This has become a kind of side project while visiting Tokyo for other purposes. Anyway, this is the building and how it has looked at various times in the last six years. Consider these images to be the kind of happy snaps one might take while dropping in on an old friend from time to time…

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(Pictures taken in Udagawachō, Shibuya, Tokyo. I previously used the image from 2008 and one from 2012 in this post.)

Life With Her—A small marriage poem

After 14 years of marriage

I wish I could say

that we made each other breakfast in bed

or that she bought me a fob chain and I bought her a set of combs.

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But it is, on the raining surface, just another day,

and in the forthcoming movie

she gets ready for work

while I edit photographs and

dream of making love to her in Tokyo

under this cherry tree I know in Ueno Park.

The loving endurance is the thing, the gift,

the brilliant flawed red ruby

that shines in the eyes and makes all tears


things of value, grit, beauty.

It is the sunshine the gods weren’t smart enough to invent,

It’s taking out the garbage when the corpses are stacked like cord wood.

It’s laundry in an abattoir where your heart will always beat on a wood table

because you trust her never to cut nor damage it.

It is eggs in a silver cup

and ramen in a bowl of the finest paper-thin jade.

It is not a technological turn-key solution,

where you put on the rings

and suddenly stop growing together

and there are children and babies and

every in-law loves you and

you are suddenly serious contenders for a Nobel Prize.

There are fewer integrated circuits to the thing than that.

And really I wish

we could talk about this more but

I have to go make her a cup of coffee right now

and give her a hug

and kiss her goodbye.

Because you don’t just send the greatest person you’ve ever known

out into the world

without some love

and the power it gives them

to be immortal for just one more day.

(Pictures taken at the San Mateo County Fair, sometime in the 1990s. Published concurrently on Scholars and Rogues.)

Ordinary Things—A small weariness

I have been a bit depressed lately. Well more often than usual, considering depression is a chronic medical condition with me. I miss being in Japan. I miss my dad, though we did not get along all that well. I miss, as I said a few days ago on various social networks, being able to see the magic in ordinary things. I miss a sense of inner peace. I haven’t felt that in a long, long time.

When I get like this I take a look at my work, at photos that bring happy, or at least satisfying, memories to me. I stumbled upon this, just a throwaway shot of a faceless young man playing with his smartphone in the street outside an apartment I was renting in Tokyo last year. It’s not a prize winner, but the shot is simple, the scene rather peaceful. And it just might help me feel better and make it through the day. Maybe it can make your day better in some way too.

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(Picture taken in Nakano 5-chome, Tokyo in September, 2013. Photo also published on Scholars and Rogues.)

My Tokyo Bubble Years—A small ‘80s flashback












Sister And Subtle Bubble Boy—A small playtime

In Ueno Park on the last day of September, 2013, a friend and I were drinking Suntory Premium Malts after a heavy lunch in a nearby joint under the JR train tracks. It was a beautiful day, warm but less humid than September had been overall.

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As we sat with our beers and watched people come and go, two kids who were obviously brother and sister caught my eye. I don’t have children, but sometimes in watching kids mill about and play I see glimpses of the innocent, goofy things I used to do as a child. These recollections are small treasures of happiness scattered infrequently amongst the other memories of a less-than-happy childhood.

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Yes, these two youngsters made me smile. I felt bad for the boy, though, because the slow, delicious breeze blowing through the park that day rapidly scattered the bubbles he created. He really didn’t have time to enjoy them. But my friend and I did. And I’m pretty sure watching this kid made my beer taste better.

Shinjuku Pensive—A small crossing

It was a warm, sunny day in Shinjuku, and I was on my way to meet a friend at Kinokuniya. As I was waiting to cross Shinjuku Dori, I noticed this thoughtful-looking fellow next to me. For the five or six heartbeats I was near him before the pedestrian light turned green, I thought he looked like the smartest man in the world.

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(Picture taken in Shinjuku 3-chome in September, 2013)

Brisbane Artist Panic Story—A small video compilation

Tomorrow night (January 25th, 2014 for those of you reading this after the fact) I am appearing for the third year in a row at Brisbane’s annual Artists Evening of Sharing. I’ll be showing a video montage of images I took in September and October of last year for my “Tokyo Panic Stories” project. I’m pleased with this video, so please have a look and leave a comment below if you care to to let me know what you think…

Set this to 720p HD and full screen for the best viewing experience.


As an additional bonus, I’ve compiled the videos I shot last year in Tokyo for your viewing pleasure. They’re not of the highest quality, and they don’t have any big revelatory importance. They’re just short slices of motion and sound that I managed to capture during some long, hot days when I was in Tokyo and life was good. Because Tokyo will always be a home and haven for me…

Tokyo caught heavy rains in September and October from vicious typhoons in southern Japan.


Near the Life store in Nakano, a fishmonger displays cute but dead-eyed wares.


A quiet time, when Sanya’s skid row hangovers are just ending or just starting.


For the first time, I felt like a champion-genius of navigating Shinjuku Station.


Thanks for having a look. I intend to do more videos in the future. Probably. I think.

A Balance Of Grit And Whimsy—A small sampler of favorites

My “Tokyo Panic Stories” Kickstarter campaign was a success, and so was the trip to Tokyo that it funded. And even though Japan’s humid early fall weather and the gritty locations where I did much of my work both kicked my ass, I came away from my month in Tokyo with some of the best photographs and memories of my life. Presented here are 10 of my favorite images from the work I did in Tokyo in 2013. Clicking on an image will take you to the original post in which it was used. I hope you enjoy this work, and I look forward to showing you much more throughout this shiny new year.










My Former Address—A small panorama of Yushima

“I used to live in Yushima, near this amazing temple place. It was a quiet neighborhood, and amazingly full of grace…”

In 1987 and 1988, I lived in a part of northeastern Tokyo called Yushima. I had the good fortune to secure an apartment right next to Yushima Tenjin, one of the oldest Shinto temples in the city. It was, and still is, a quiet neighborhood and a wonderful place to live. I returned to check on my old digs when I was in Tokyo in September of 2013. And while I was there I took the time to see if the view from the top of my old building was still as beautiful as I remember. I was happy to find that it is. Click on the image below to share a little bit of the experience…

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Tokyo, With Friends—A small thanks

Tomorrow is the Thanksgiving holiday here in America. It’s already upon my American friends in Japan. While I have some regrets (of the life-long variety), I have had a lot to be thankful for in the last 12 months. In particular, I am thankful that I was able to successfully fund a Kickstarter project which enabled me to return to Tokyo in September and October this year to continue my Tokyo Panic Stories work. And while I was in Tokyo, I was able to get together with some guys I already knew, and meet some new fellows with whom I hope to be friends in years to come.

I don’t have a hell of a lot of friends, and I don’t make them easily. This post is my way of thanking these fine gents for their company and warmth. Cheers, boys…

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@geekpondering, @Tokyo_Tom, and @warpedgaijin

(Unfortunately not pictured because of beer and poor focusing ability, @gullevek and @tokyorich)


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(Pictures taken in Ameyayokocho, Ueno Park, Nakano, Nihonzutsumi, Shinjuku, and Kamiya Bar Tokyo in September and October, 2013)

A Nakano Nightlight—A small beacon

See this picture?

It’s not a very good picture. It’s grainy, and the sensor in my Nikon DSLR did something weird to the bottom sixth of the image. But this picture means a lot to me, because the bright object on top of this building was like a warm, bright friend on the numerous times I stepped out of my rented Nakano apartment at night to go have a smoke in the street. It’s a picture with good memories locked within each pixel of its form. I just wish it had turned out better. But we take what we can get of memory and happiness.

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(Picture taken in Nakano 5-chome, Tokyo on October 6th, 2013)

Home—A small return

I got back from my 2013 trip to Tokyo a week ago. It feels like a month, but only in the sense that I have enjoyed returning to Brisbane more this time than after my previous two trips to Japan in the last 5 1/2 years. I’ve been visually drinking in my surroundings, catching up with favorite TV shows, and spending more quality time with my wife than our busy schedules typically allow. But part of the grind of coming home after a month in Japan is that I am still getting over jetlag. Another part of the grind is the daily reminders of the numerous things that piss me off about living in the United States, such as the GOP-induced government shutdown. But this really isn’t a political publishing venue and I have no real interest in, nor talent for, writing about such things anyway.

So to give my feelings physical substance and to make myself feel better today, I took this picture of my cat Indy. His facial expression is eerily similar to my own…

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ダメ! (No Good!)—A small mistake

It isn’t the best picture I’ve ever taken. I took it unintentionally while this very nice fellow was actually telling me he didn’t want his picture taken. But I liked the way it turned out, so I am sharing it with you. Doing the work I do, one has to have some kind of an amoral streak from time to time…

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(Picture taken near Nakano Sun Mall on October 3rd, 2013)

Pink Tokyo—A small colorful

Maybe pink is my Tokyo color. It brought me a lot of comfort last year, and my encounter with that color a couple of days ago in Ueno brought a wide smile to my face…

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(Picture taken outside Ueno Station, Tokyo on September 30th, 2013)

A Rose Garden Of Memories—A small dedication

It’s a little restaurant called Rose Garden, not far from Nakano Station in Tokyo. They serve western-style food here. I particularly recommend the hamburg set for lunch. And I’ve eaten breakfast here (which is also nice and inexpensive) a couple of times during this trip. In fact, I did so with a friend this very morning.

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But the other day as I was eating my “morning set”, I looked out the window and I remembered how it was my wife and I who discovered this place in 2008. Then I looked down from the window at the empty seat beside me, and I smiled while picturing her face and I was missing her like the world was on fire.

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That’s why these pictures and words are dedicated to her, my love, who would make Tokyo so much brighter if she was with me here now.

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(First two pictures taken in Nakano, Tokyo on September 10th, 2013. Last picture taken in Uenohirokoji, Tokyo in March, 2008.)

A Ghost in Traveling Shoes—A small transit

The way things worked out, I ‘m traveling to Tokyo via an overnight stay in Dallas, Texas. My mother lives here, so I have a free and loving place to stay while I’m in transit. When I woke up this morning at 04:30 California time, I really wished I had a direct flight to Narita and could have skipped this layover at mom’s. Once I got here, I was, and am, glad for the opportunity to see her. Even for a short time such as this. I leave for DFW airport tomorrow morning at 08:30 central time. It’s 21:15 right now.

So I’m passing through mom’s life briefly, little more than a smiling ghost who feels warm to the touch. In this house, were my mother has lived for 24 years, there’s another ghost. It’s my father, who lived here with mom for 19 years but passed away in 2008. Dad died suddenly. Mom is dying slowly, of a combination of ailments I’d rather not describe out of respect for her privacy. Suffice to say, if she lives another year or two she will have beaten the odds her doctors have given her.

It is good being here, and hard. My mother uses a walker, but is so energized and outwardly full of life whenever I am here that when I leave I feel I have robbed her of some life energy. It’s hard to describe and is probably a more universal occurrence between a child and a dying parent than I know. But it is good being here. I wish I had planned this trip to Tokyo better and arranged to fly to Dallas three days ago, to give mom more of me, and to give me more of her. I’d like to return at Christmas. That would be good.

But time is growing short. We both know this. We don’t discuss it much. But every time I come to visit my mother, I leave knowing that I may never see her alive again. I think this scares me and mom more than the fact that she is dying. We have both become grimly resigned to that. She has things she wants to tell me, stories of her life and family in what used to be Yugoslavia, and she is afraid she’ll never get to tell these things to me. In some ways, we both understand that the loss of these family stories is the tragic death here.

Maybe instead of traipsing off to Tokyo to do this photojournalism work I have chosen, the guilt inside me says, I should make my mother and her stories the highest priority in my life.


“Our lives are what they are,” my mother is fond of saying. And it is her very good way of saying we should both shut the fuck up and think about happier things.


(Picture taken at Dallas/Fort Worth Airport on September 7th, 2013.)

Another Ride Into Tokyo—A small trip

In April, 2012 I rode into Tokyo by myself for the first time in 24 years. My wife and I made the trip together in 2008; but riding the bus or the train into the sprawling “Blade Runner” landscape of Tokyo is different when you’re alone. When you’re with someone, there are things to see together and discuss between yourselves, often in wonder and awe and distraction. When you travel into and across Tokyo by yourself, it’s just you and the city. And the city is the alive ‘other’. It gives you no visual alternatives and no escape from its immense beauty, miniscule dirty details, and the jealous-lover-like attention it constantly demands of you.

Tokyo generates within me feelings of happiness, intimidation, anxiety, and belonging that I have never felt toward any other city on Earth. Not Paris, not London, not New York City, not even my adopted hometown of San Francisco have ever given and taken from me the affection and energy which Tokyo does.

Self portait on the Narita Express, April 1st, 2012

So I’m going back for a month this September, to continue work I started a long time ago and resumed in 2012. It’s work that takes a close, hard look at some of the aforementioned miniscule dirty details, in the form of the rough, shadowy-underbelly areas of Tokyo and the destitute-yet-tough and generally unfortunate people who live in them.

To that end, this is my long-winded way of saying I created a Kickstarter project to help finance the continuation of my “literary-photojournalism” work in Tokyo. My funding goal is US $3,500, to be used on things like airfare, lodging, public transport, and food. Click on the graphic below and you’ll be taken directly to the Tokyo Panic Stories Kickstarter page, which will show you a video and explain all the details of the project.

I appreciate you taking the time to read through all of this material, and I hope you decide to help out.


The 1985 College Flashback—A small archival

In 1985, when I was a junior at Lehigh University, we all thought we’d dodged a bullet because virtually none of the oppressive, fascist government policies and surveillance technologies envisioned by George Orwell in his novel Nineteen Eighty-Four had come to pass nor been implemented by the United States government. At least as far as anyone knew.

Times have changed, have they not? It’s an interesting coincidence (or is it coincidence?) that the recent news of the National Security Agency’s covert surveillance and data collection activities broke during the very same week Orwell’s paranoid dystopian novel was originally published on June 8th in 1949.

The year 1984 was a lot like the recently-departed 2012, in that scores of paranoids, conspiracy theorists, and flat-out religious whack jobs predicted events that would either drastically change or even end the world. The big difference is that some of what we expected to happen by 1984 just took a hell of a lot longer to come true than many people imagined. That is, if they imagined at all that our own American government could or would undertake the secret surveillance of millions of innocent, law-abiding citizens for the questionable sake of catching a couple dozen or hundred possible foreign anti-US dissidents or violent shit disturbers.

Personally, I feel cheated, I feel had, even if nobody at the NSA has ever heard my name or looked at any of my emails. This kind of government activity wasn’t supposed to even remotely be a part of the structure upon which the American Dream of my childhood and youth was built.

So I feel like a rube, the same naïve rube who wrote the following column in the February 8th, 1985 issue of the Lehigh Brown & White student newspaper. So much has changed since I wrote these words, and I thought it was all slow, gradual change for the better. How wrong I was, and how stupid I feel maintaining through all of this the hope that we all will recover and be able to continue the individual pursuit of our persecution- and oppression-free visions of the American Dream…


Clip image courtesy of the Lehigh University Brown & White Digital Archive

Why It’s Worth It—A small honor

My work can be frustrating. For me, I mean, in that I don’t get a lot of direct feedback about it. I get a few always-thoughtful comments here and there on a given post in the long string of Tokyo-related poems, pictures and stories I publish here. On Facebook and Twitter, I get a pleasing but modest number of likes and retweets when I post a SmallStories link. And on a monthly basis this blog averages about 1,000 hits. I think this number is nice, but is probably rather small compared to blogs of a similar nature. But I’d like the numbers to go up; I’d like to reach a larger audience.

And this isn’t merely out of vanity, which is certainly a factor I would be foolish to deny. I truly love what I do and I think it has real value. What I do is the product of my natural, insatiable need to create, and a genuine, altruistic desire to make the world a better, more interesting place. I want to increase understanding, and contribute to the richness and diversity of the world through my words and pictures and the way my mind intermingles the two. See? There’s that vanity, thinking I can actually do those things.

But the truth is whether I was trying to make this my life’s work after a couple of crappy careers (which is the literal truth), or doing this on the side while working a dead-end job managing an Arby’s, I would still be doing this work. If nobody responded to it ever, and an excerpt from one of my teeny books hadn’t recently been published for the whole internet to see, I would still be doing this work.

Fortunately, the beautiful reality is people do respond to my work. I recently got this note on LinkedIn from a man I’ve never met nor spoken to, a foreigner currently living in Japan. He gave me permission to print it here…


Your work always resonates with me.

Please keep this information between us, but I developed mental illness some years ago, which led to (enhanced?) substance abuse (mainly alcohol) and I spend a lot of time with the people you often write about (I shouldn’t be so detached: I’m one of them). I’m in recovery, and making my way a day at a time, but not everyone makes it. I’m sure the people you meet in Sanya are grateful for you turning your attention to them ever so briefly.

Anyway, just wanted to know you’ve touched at least one person.

Take care and thanks,

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It took a yard of guts for this man to send a note like this to a complete stranger, and I almost cried when I read it. I was so honored by his honesty about himself. We started a correspondence after he sent me this note, and some of the things I wrote in response to him were “Whether my work does more than give me a sense of accomplishment and vain pride, I have no idea. Until now, when I read your amazing note to me. My deepest thanks for telling me my work touched you. I can’t tell you how important that is.”

It is very important, not only for my ego and my creative motivations, but for the basic needs we all have to connect to others and to matter to them in positive ways. I hope to further connect by meeting the man who wrote me the note, hopefully when I am back in Tokyo this September. I want to hug this man and buy him a quiet lunch and talk and know that he is doing well and winning the battles against his afflictions and his demons.

Because my work helps me win the battles against my afflictions and demons. But knowing I’ve made an actual difference in a person’s life almost outweighs the value of the work itself.

Transition Variations—A small growing together

Time passes, and we change…

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But when historians investigate the beginning of our relationship,

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Or the state of things closer to this present day,

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They will always find a picture of us holding each other close and smiling…

(To my wife Michele, on our 13th wedding anniversary. Every number is a lucky one.)

Nakano-coutrements—Small glimpses of Tokyo

Nakano-ku, specifically the relatively small area encompassing Nakano Station and Nakano Broadway, is my favorite part of Tokyo. I have stayed there twice for extended periods in the last five years, and I have grown very comfortable and familiar with its streets, quirky little alleyways, and the rhythms of the Japanese people as they move in and out of Nakano’s shops, offices, restaurants, and bars at various times of the day.

When I go there, it feels like home. And thinking about it makes me, well, homesick.

So for your investigation and pleasure, I have compiled this small gallery of some of my favorite images from my 2012 wanderings through Nakano’s streets. I could, of course, present to you a hell of a lot more. But the internet can only hold so much, and it may take me the rest of my life to capture the full complexity and vibrancy of this part of a part of Tokyo.

Cartoon head on a Nakano side street…

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Prohibited habit warning…

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Graffiti-poster-sticker thingy on Nakano-dōri

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Junk-art retail storefront in Nakano Broadway…

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Restaurant on a street near Nakano Sun Mall…

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Empty street on an overcast Thursday morning…

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A shopper, with Nakano Sun Plaza looming…

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Handsome bastard beer advertising display in the Life Store…

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Bunny head graffiti (a very minor landmark), and a confident workman…

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A mattress for a new house near the Bunny head…

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Salaryman in an alley near Nakano Broadway. What do the characters say?

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(All photos taken in Nakano-ku on April 18th, 19th, and 20th, 2012. You can look through more of my material about this wonderful part of Tokyo here.)

Around The House—A small tour

I’m always writing, or thinking about writing. And I’m always taking pictures, or thinking about taking pictures. Regarding the latter, my wife and I share an old house, by U.S. standards anyway, and the house and the things in and around it are rather photogenic. So here are some bits and pieces from a week in the life….













(Pictures taken at the Brisbane Bureau, California in February, 2013)

Happiness Time—A small excursion


the sun

of a thousand galaxies,

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and it’s all

shining down here


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(Pictures taken on Waseda Dori somewhere around Ochiai, I think, on April 13th, 2012. I had been very sick for nearly the entire first two weeks I was in Tokyo. Some kind of lung infection, which I later learned I probably brought with me from California or contracted on the plane as I flew to Japan. On this day, still suffering from a fever and horrible coughing fits, I decided I had to get the hell out of my apartment and do something. So I packed up my cameras, picked a direction, and started walking. I started at Nakano Broadway, and ended up at Shinjuku Station, shooting pictures of basically anything along the way.

It was a good walk. It was a good day to be alive and in Tokyo, and I fully recovered about a day later.)