Sunday, May 8, 2011

Travelog or Photoblog or Time-Travel (Part 2)


Nara is a strange city, one in which a loose assemblage of structures pointing towards the modern era have been overlaid upon sprawling wilderness with little regard to coherent city-planning. Most elements of industry appeared half-finished, including the train station, a somewhat disconcerting fact as you pull in. As you walk to higher elevations, making your way to the aptly named Primeval Forest, you'll encounter many of the city's somewhat sacred deer. Be on your guard, because they will eat your map without provocation.


Stone lions (occasionally dragons) adorn the pathways and entrances of many temples across Japan. Often carved in this style, chest puffed out and head raised to the sky, they're clearly intended to be noble guardians of wherever they are, a slight contrast to the Western gargoyles who always struck me as representing demonic invaders that had been beaten into subservience. (Note: I have no understanding of the history of gargoyles.)


Pigeons are a blight upon every metropolis.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Travelog or Photoblog or Time-Travel (Part One)

Mix for 1/26/11 - Transient Transients' Transience




This was taken en route to the main campus at Kansai Gaidai, a wonderfully circuitous alley full of oddly trimmed bushes, Shinto temples, and signs warning of vampiric sexual predators. Walking to class, I often found myself being stalked by a gaggle of these uniformed munchkins who would either chant a bizarre videogame-themed mantra or yell "tsukebe", which is sort of like "dirty whore". Callin' it like they see it, I guess.



Atop Kyoto-Eki (presumably the largest train station in Japan) sits a glass dome spotted with various sight-seeing devices proclaiming "360 Degree Panoramic View!". There was an old man who wanted to know if I had come to Kyoto specifically to see this view, being that it was a full san-byaku-roku-juu degrees. I told him "of course". It's easy to lie in foreign languages.



Reflected imagery is one of my favorite photographic themes, perhaps a continuation of my fascination with other forms of duplication, reiteration, and recurrence. Strangely at odds with my musical interests, obsessed with linearity, improvisation and asynchrony; a division in my left brain. Yoyogi-kouen was one of my favorite places to relax while in Tokyo, one of the few outposts of natural beauty scattered throughout the dense metropolis, but one often populated with family picnics, sax-playing hobos, and greasers engaged in a wild dance-off set to Joan Jett tunes.