Random musings and deeper contemplations of life and philosophy.
We appreciate modesty, which is why we enjoy Bali so much, because it does not pretend to be anything.
Even the poor find a way to make offerings to the shrines in return for good weather and luck.
Next week we may have less tolerance for Americans, but right now there are things from home that we miss.
Spending time inside the typical Japanese lifestyle has so far been the most valuable experience.
Our trip to Asia helps us understand the significance of our creative literature.
Denny's in Asakusa is not like any Denny's in the US.
The awareness for fellow Japanese is the kind of humility we identify with more than the aggression of our western culture.
The disenchantment from my jet-lagged awakening lingered while we explored the city.
As we simplify our lives relating to others has become more complicated.
The more we reflect the more questions we have about others.
Almost forty-five and never had breakfast on a small table while lounging. I could get used to it.
Fatigue is always a part of something spent over the course of four or five days, but I revel in the risk.
People seem repulsed by the lifeless bodies of creatures around us, but their remnants remind us of our own limited time.
Periodically we go hunting for patterns in nature to demonstrate the beauty of unknown scale and abstraction.
We only have a limited time here, so we damn well better examine the motivations for what we do.
Traveling alone. It sucks. And more is coming soon. Hell, I'm on the road now.
Random spontaneous walks with the camera help me to forget the structure demanded by the day job.