2021 Photo Journal Tokai (東海)

An Early Morning in Kozouji

The train stopped a little longer than usual at the station. It was such a nice day that I needed to record it.

2021 Photo Journal

Retro Photography

Here in Japan, there is something called a Lucky Bag, which is sold around New Year’s. The draw of such bags is two fold. First there is the perceived value of getting a bag full of items worth more than the retail price. Second is the mystery aspect of what will be in the (often sealed) bag– although in recent years stores have been becoming much more transparent.

This year, I droped $50 on an instant Polaroid-type camera set. The set came with a camera (in either pink or yellow), a carry case, and a packet of film. I purchased a few extra packets on the side.

It’s nostalgic for me since I remember a time before even disposable or one-time-use cameras. Looking through the tiny viewfinder, which has a little circle to denote where to aim, brings back memories of borrowing my mom’s camera in middle school and walking into the woods with my uncles to take not-so-great photos.

The set included the rainbow border film, but I couldn’t resist the monochrome and classic white either.

After dinner, I figured I would try experimenting with said camera. I choose one of the plants in my indoor garden, to mixed results. On one hand, it doesn’t exactly match what I saw in the view finder and the plant is blurry as all get out. But on the other, the textured window came out real nice. I’m thinking pictures taken in well lit areas should be better and plan to hold the camera steady for a few seconds after shooting to see if that improves image quality. If nothing else, it should prove an interesting experiment.

2020 Photo Journal Tokai (東海)

A Little Shop

The sign on the window states that:

1. You must wear a mask

2. Customers are to use hand sanitizer when entering

3. The max number of patrons is three people

I have no idea what this shop sells and it was closed when I passed it by at the station.

2019 Photo Journal

Oden Season

One of my favourite fall foods is Oden. It’s a Japanese hotpot style dish, with lots of different ingredients, and is sold all throughout Japan during the cooler months. The Familymart near my current school started selling it a couple of weeks ago, so I’ve been enjoying it since.

2018 Photo Journal Tokai (東海)


I had a sudden assignment in Kuwana today. The information about my lessons was given to me a little after I arrived, so I was given a little time to prepare. I headed out around one to buy my ticket and catch the train.

2018 Photo Journal

Heaping Spoonfuls of Nostalgia

I’ve been finding myself feeling rather nostalgic as of late. I’ve been missing places, things, and people that haven’t been around for years. Every year I usually find myself feeling a bit blue come winter, but it rarely lasts this far into a new year. After doing a bit of googling, it seems this is a common occurrence when people aren’t exactly happy with the here and now. I’m not unhappy per say, but I do admit there are places that would do well with some improvement. I’m hoping April will bring some much needed change.

2017 Photo Journal

Pile of Coins

Is there anyone who enjoys a pocket full of change? Something tells me the answer is no. Whenever I have a large amount of change, I either try to use it up while shopping (ie giving the cashier ¥1042 on a ¥492 purchase) or dump it into the ATM. ¥5 coins are the worst though, since no one wants them, save shrines.

2016 Photo Journal



I’ve noticed that I haven’t been posting too much about myself as of late. I’ve been talking mostly about things I’ve seen or places I’ve been. I haven’t said too much on how I feel.


I think that’s because I have very little to say. Work has been fine for the most part. I still go out with friends or by myself. I do housework.

I think I expected the experience of living in Japan to be a bit more novel. While a lot of people I know think that everything is so new or strange,  I just see it as everyday life, just speaking a different language.

Last night, while chatting with some coworkers after work, I think I might understand now why I feel this way. A lot of my coworkers speak and understand minimal Japanese, so [they said that] they fill in the blanks with their imaginations. So, everything has a story or deeper meaning to it. I don’t do that. They see a sign and guess what mystical wonderful thing its for. I see a sign saying Grilled Meat, beer 50% off.


That isn’t to say I’m unhappy here or upset at being literate, because I’m not. I’m much more contdnt here that I ever was back home.

I just wish sometimes I felt that same sense of wonder as they do.