When in doubt, just take photos of Japanese schoolgirls.
Their socks don’t match.
Cherry blossoms in late full bloom on the banks of the Shiroishi River near Funaoka.

Or perhaps it’s suffered a stroke recently.

This photo always makes me think of winter, although it was taken in the swelteringly humid Japanese summer.

The crown jewel of the Roppongi Hills urban development, this 54-story skyscraper rises up above the waste and detritus that roam the entertainment district’s streets at night. The building itself, as well as the district it’s located in, has had its fair share of incidents over time.

“You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious.”

Most come in three flavours: Miso, Shoyu (soy sauce), and Shio (salt). Personally, I prefer the miso chashu (miso with sliced pork) variety.

The bustling cities of Japan empty out during this week long event in August. Family members return to their home towns to remember those that have already left this world.

Just a random shot of a random rail, somewhere outside a random bar in Sendai.
For every finger you point at someone, there are three pointing back at you, and a thumb pointing kinda off to the side somewhere…


Between Ogawara and Shibata towns, a thousand cherry blossom trees line the Shiroishi River. Thousands upon thousands of tourists visit the area in May to enjoy ‘Hanami’, cherry blossom viewing.