Bamboo, incense, aging wood, delicate flowers, larking floors, twisting pines, stoic and gentle faced stone and bronze statues; reds, greens, browns, the gentle up turn of a roofing cable....all memories of Japan. Come inside and see what we saw.



A fulfillment of a promise to take my son anywhere he wanted if he did well in school. He chose Japan, and what a trip it was. These pictures document the time I spent one on one with my son. Looking at how time flies, a rare opportunity indeed.