Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Moving stuff from today.




Kyoto bus. from Christopher Magee on Vimeo.


Last Day in Kyoto, Part II.

Nijo-jo, Ninomaru Palace within.

The palace is impressively grand, gilded with gold, but it is the solidity and simplicity of its rooms that stood out, along with the singing bird floor. Try to imagine statesmen, ladies-in-waiting, and the shogun himself walking through its halls, going about their business.




This was a delicate bug on my jacket sleeve.



 The palace gardens were spacious and peaceful.
Winter protection, I guess. More trees wrapped in reeds.

Second time in my life I was here, but found no sign of the graffiti on the stones I remember from the first visit.



Big Bird gingko.



Someone somewhere still feels this sign has something decipherable to say. It does, but barely.

Leaving the castle grounds to the intermediate space beyond the gate.

 More gingko fall showers.

 Red Japanese maple.




Even if it just says "gas main" (which, I don't know what it says), it's still a nice thing to look at.



In the subway coming back to central Kyoto, a scene repeated around the world.
Quick passersby shots in the mall.
Schoolboy in uniform. Lots of uniforms in Japan, from school kids to police officers, to maintenance crews...it probably affords you a strong sense of identity.
 Shoe aquarium for Gore-tex.
This is what happens to those who stick their fingers in the elevator doors as they close.

Abunai!
 (Pickeled?) daikon.
Big fascination with French style and savoir-faire. Even saw a few beret-headed kimono-girls wandering around temple grounds yesterday.
Japa-naise/French-o-nese.
Croissant! Pain au chocolat!
Tarte aux pommes (I think)!
and...l'incontournable...baguette.
...du fromage!

Every day is a full one, with friends, new sights, sounds, smells, and textures...the mind always open.

Last Day in Kyoto, Part I.

I attended a green tea ceremony in the morning along with three Brits, one of whom was named Emma and who took all the photos of me making my own tea, as each of us got the chance to do.

The tea house was a little room behind a street entrance, private as only the Japanese can make something, a pocket of natural calm, with carp pond.

The tea ceremony forces one to slow down - it is very deliberate, and more about bringing people together than about anything else. Our tea master did a very good job of taking us through the process in a very clear and calm manner, impressing upon us the spiritual aspect of the ceremony.


In the tea room, waiting for the others to arrive.
Tea implements. I couldn't name them here, my short-term memory being what it is, but later in the day was gifted a basic set by my mother's high school friend, who accompanied us through most of the day. Good to see old friends catch up.
 "How do you do it, again?"


Emma took enough pictures nearly to make a pixilation. Thanks, Emma!

Afterwards, I met my mother and her friend at a cafe, went to the bathroom, and..."Office Paper".

It's good to have office paper.
First temple stop: Sanjusangendo, buddhist temple with rows upon rows of Indian gods adapted to Japanese ideas. Smokey with incense, we walked past gilded statues representing various deities.


 Kinko's music school..?
Standing in front of the pickle shop, above, with their store sign at left.
Some of the pickled product.
Small garden just in back shows how much beautiful you can make with limited space.

Lunch at the noodle shop!







French-o-nese on the way to Nijo-jo Castle.
Nice combination of old and new.


Coca-cola cooler.
The moat in front of Nijo-jo Castle, which you can read about, below.

Early Edo Period in full glory.



On the bus shooting video.