Diary

I headed to Kyoto early Sunday morning when a typhoon was approaching.
This was to attend the celebration of my master Ms. Fukumi Shimura’s ninetieth birthday.

The gorgeous dusk like a flower on the point of falling
I wish I could copy that colour

The season turns slowly from winter to spring around this area and we all look forward to the spring to come.
On the other hand, the season turns quickly from summer to fall with no time to say good-bye to the summer.

At dusk, strolling around the neighbourhood.
It was almost time to harvest rice that are carefully grown.
It was a calm day without the wind and the golden rice fields that have begun to cast the shadow of dusk look lonely as if they were waiting quietly for harvesting.

Nevertheless, I can’t wait for the shiny new rice freshly cooked.

At a nursery school where my daughter goes at an altitude of 1,300 meters, there is “Forest Time” and children spend lots of time in the forest adjacent to the nursery.

At the end of July, I visited Showa village, Oku-aizu, Fukushima Prefecture.
The village is called “Village of Karamushi-ori (false-nettle cloth)” where Karamushi (false-nettle) has been cultivated for more than 600 years.

White silk thread that is yet to be dyed is beautiful as it is.