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Can we be friends?

Tiberius has been one busy monkey, when he is not getting me in trouble that is. He has been concentrating on making new friends along our travels. Some were happy to make his acquaintance…. Others…. Not so much. Here is a little sample of his endeavors….

Kitty want to be my friend?

How about you, do you want to be my friend?

Well the more the merrier they say…

Fishys…. do you want to be my friend?

What about you grasshopper-san?

Psssst…. Sexy white rabbit lady, can I sit on your lap?

Never mind… I found my pumpkin!

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the Summer Child – part I

What is in a name? What hidden meaning can be gleaned from something so seemingly innocuous as a name? Or is there something more? This question was best summed up in modern times by Shakespeare:

“Tis but thy name that is my enemy; thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What’s in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet;

I wonder this now, having spent an evening face to face with a woman whose name contains a distinct meaning, a meaning from a culture which accepts and promotes usage of descriptions as names. And it has been many cultures across history, many nations, empires and peoples; most notably in this context would be the native peoples of North America.
Pain and private language was one of the first experiences I had in my adult life to be confronted with this question. I was first exposed to Wittgenstein’s Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus while working on my undergraduate degree in Philosophy. He started the question, one I have not been able to answer or get out of my head in the years since. In short, his ideas question our ability to communicate effectively from person to person. An aim of his Tractatus then was to reveal the relationship between language and the world: what can be said about it, and what can only be shown. Wittgenstein argued that language had an underlying logical structure that expressly provides the limits of what can be said meaningfully. The limits of language for Wittgenstein were the limits of philosophy themselves. He believed, much as I do, most of what we call philosophy involves attempts to say the unsayable:



“What we can say at all can be said clearly,” he stated. “Anything beyond that—religion, ethics, aesthetics, the mystical—cannot be discussed. They are not in themselves nonsensical, but any statement about them must be.” [134]

He wrote in the preface of the Tractatus:

“The book will, therefore, draw a limit to thinking, or rather—not to thinking, but to the expression of thoughts; for, in order to draw a limit to thinking we should have to be able to think both sides of this limit (we should therefore have to be able to think what cannot be thought).” [135]

To be continued…

But since this is a photo blog, I will leave you for now with is picture, taken while admits a very intellectually stimulating conversation. It had been quite a long while since I have had one of those. My companion thought it should be titled: Chucks over Hiroshima.
We will see about that.


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Hiroshima Castle

Today my buddy and I visited the Hiroshima Castle. It was completely destroyed in the bombing, and the scars of the original complexes foundation still remain it beautiful little grassy groves. I have yet to upload those shoots from the big camera (will edit this post and add later).

It was an amazing experience walking through the Torii Gate here, a crossing from the secular world to something more rooted in belief. I bowed, and purified my soul so I could worship. (It was a beautiful ritual that I was so happy to witness, be instructed in, and participate. Another humbling experience. I was cleansed, like everyone there. English was not required.)

This is the rebuilt castle, complete with a 5 story museum. They replicated the exterior, but made the interior modern and a very function and beautiful space to educate. (minus AC, it was hot in there….. or maybe that was just the company)

Oh no… my train is arriving…. more later.

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only after…

It is only as Tiberius and I sit on the train from Hiroshima to Himeji Castle that I can process the emotional impact Hiroshima has had on me. In the days, weeks, months to come I will still be trying to reconcile this feeling I have. It is almost as if, possibly in a past life I was Japanese, if one believes in that sort of thing. 
It is… an intangile feeling. I don’t know how better to say it. Hopefully the words will come eventually.
But for now, here are some more pictures raw, unfortunately all my editing and color processing will be back in the states. 

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Changes… part duex

As Tiberius and I sit here this quiet evening in the Memorial Peace park, I am moved to the point of tears. To say Hiroshima is powerful would be an understatement, the pain is so scared upon the earth you are left with the feeling of it upon your skin. Standing here so close to this history, in this sacred place, the ghost are closer to the surface and the feeling of loss still hangs heavy in the air. I feel like an intruder, I feel a sense of shame, and of a loss so great I was left speechless for hours.

And so I change my plans again, this time to stay in Hiroshma one more day and night. I could never have imagined this place to be so humbling. To walk a street that mere 70 years ago was laid to waste, and see a city brand new and alive and humming with modern excitement. It is surreal, maybe because I an American, but I think it is merely a human response as I couldn’t imagine anyone not being moved.

Tiberius and I set out to explore more… There is a castle and an art museum in our near future.

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clouds across Tokyo

as I sit here, 451.2m above Tokyo, I am amazed at how small and insignificant the world down there appears to be. Numbers of people scurrying to and fro, loving and laughing and completely oblivious to the individual that sit here thinking of their nameless obscurity.
Much like when I perch myself on the Rock at Las Trampas, 2000+ feet above the San Francisco Bay, only then too do I get this feeling. It is like leaving the world of everyday, and entering the heavens. How can one be sad with such a perspective? How can one feel disconnected when the whole of the earth stretches out far down below you.

I had no idea I had such a need for this perspective, but now as I sit here I am realizing I have been in need of this my whole life. Like the clouds below me, I seek to wander the earth free…. as that is the only state a cloud knows. Untitled it eventually dies by giving life to all things on Earth.

Now that is connection.