It was alone in the “garden” of a house in Shinjuku’s Wakamatsu-cho, near the aikido headquarters –I’m putting the “garden” in quotation marks because in reality it was a very narrow strip of land, maybe a few centimeters. But it was truly beautiful, like it wasn’t real (I wonder, why when something real is very beautiful we say it looks like it isn’t and vice versa?)
(For a bigger version of this picture both in color and black and white, check my "Japan Arekore" set on Flickr)
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