daytrips from Tokyo always have dreamlike quaility. I get on a train, fall asleep for two hours, and awake somewhere else. I orient myself and wander around for an afternoon. Afterwards, I'm exausted and get back on the train and fall asleep for a few hours on the way home. I arrive back in the neon and noise, feeling stiff and groggy and wondering if all that quiet fresh air was really real at all. that's why I have to bring my camera. otherwise I couldn't tell if it was a dream or not.
I'll add more story and captions and maybe more pics later. but I must do ironing for a week that promises to make me wish for a quick return to the ancient cedar forest of Nikko.
More pictures and story here: Nikko pt. 2
More pictures and a brush with god(s):
Nikko pt. 3