Look up, and you may see something else.

Look up, and you may see something else.

Shinagawa Station. I liked the way this guy looked as he smoked in a cafe. Smoking in public facilities already feels something of another time, but Japan is retro cool. It’s 2010, btw.

It pours like no other. There have been waiters who come close to pouring like this, but this rain is like no other (as previously stated). Don’t get confused. Confusion results in mistakes. Poor is an adjective, so remember that you cannot poor, only pour. But you cannot pour like this rain. Feels like I’ve said that already.

Balcony views expressed from a balcony isn’t what I set out to do, but considering I was planless, its existence has significance (in, and of itself).
The cloud cracked open like an egg, but there wasn’t a baby chicken inside, nor was there anything slimy. Pure light poured out. It was attached to our eyes, and then the transformation into thought and understanding. It happened so fast. Light is really very fast, and you can’t really touch it. And, it doesn’t have an odor.
Sounds so peaceful. An experience that feels nice looking forward, as it’s happening, and remembering it. Crisp, cool, brilliant day. Blue sky with clouds is today.
It becomes a matter of doing it. That’s all. No one lives more or less at this moment, accumulated time withstanding. We go with goals. An aim. something to get past. Always up there. I had my first day in a year without documentation. On to further documentation. Significant work on my blog design. Still a few lose ends. There’s the fuel to propel me to get it going. Going on. Bang pop pow.
It was such a beautiful February evening in Tokyo back in 2002. Sure, there have been other beautiful evenings, and this is 1 of them.

Driving to Austin from Dallas in 2000, I took this pic of a beautiful sunset. Later, I noticed two UFOs. Who knows how they got there. A statement, not a question? Then, it got dark.

they came in 2 pieces
Lean out from my apartment’s balcony and look up, and you’ll see a radar dish. Clouds beyond the apartment fringe. What’s beyond the clouds? Maybe the future.

moisture vs a metal dish
The weather was too tempting to stay home, blogging. I went to Tama river to sit under the mid afternoon sun. It was a crisp, with very little humidity in the air. The sound of a baseball bat against a baseball, followed by muffled cheers, set the audio backdrop. Such a pleasant time for reflection and relaxation.

scene to my left, under the deep blue sky