
Ground Zero – Hiroshima
“The rays simply destroyed body cells – caused their nuclei to degenerate and broke their walls.”
John Hersey – Hiroshima
Some lighthearted takes on this week’s WPC:

Ground Zero – Hiroshima
“The rays simply destroyed body cells – caused their nuclei to degenerate and broke their walls.”
John Hersey – Hiroshima
Some lighthearted takes on this week’s WPC:

Sydney Opera House
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Red Bishop – Kwazulu – Natal, South Africa
Microcosmos
Beauty at scale rarely seen
by human eye, but inbetween
lush blades of grass daily spy
a microworld of strange small fry
As this mini-jungle wakes
from dark of night, a lone ant slakes
his thirst from fresh dewdrops bright
reflecting snails in love’s delight
Airfields of apian craft at ready
take flight from rouged poppies, heady
with blue jewels sparkling far and wide
on backs of bees on buzzing ride
A mighty dung beetle battles
sticks arresting rolling chattels
from onward journey, this daily testing
to construct his place of resting
Inkblot-eyes of springtails watch
(in somersault) nymphs slowly hatch
themselves from deep and watery vault
and caterpillars as they moult
A miniverse that’s quite astounding,
with creatures, strange and weird, abounding.
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One of the things that sticks in my head from a photography course that I did is the instructor’s mneumonic for depth of field settings: F-stop 2 = 2 fence posts; F-stop 22 = 22 fence posts.
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Wild Child on her wedding day
the Wild Child does things
her way; crazy, gorgeous bride
magical wedding
OOO
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Morning moon over Miyajima Island
See how the earth tips to the left?
This is my heart: a summer solstice
of all the love I’ve been given.

What I noticed
were the birds:
the heron high
hunched
against a silent sky
so many pigeons, too,
symbols of peace, in view
the scavenging crow
safe to peck ground zero.
What do they know?
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Things My Father Told Me
After the blast, there was no sound;
people’s shadows crushed into the ground;
the dark abyss of humanity’s soul
revealed by an act – unspeakable. Foul.
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Taxi – Shibuya Crossing, Tokyo
If you love people-watching, Shibuya Crossing is a fascinating place to linger – just a pity that there are not enough decent outdoor street-level cafes to do so. 😦
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Often
in the crowd
a ghost flies by
in a smile, in a walk
in the twinkle of an eye.

A Wild Night in Tokyo
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..the name of the river on the banks of which this photo was taken?

My maternal grandfather had many interests and hobbies: he studied the stars (astronomically, as opposed to astrologically), played the violin and loved photography, carrying his camera wherever he went.
I don’t know if he kept a journal, but if he did, it’s long lost; however, his insatiable curiosity about so many things–from people to architecture, to history, to nature–is well documented through the many photos (in slide form) that he took over his lifetime.
He worked as a mosaic tradesman and sometimes travelled from his hometown, Durban, South Africa, by ship up the east coast of Africa to do mosaic work on buildings in exotic places, such as Lourenço Marques (now Maputo) and Beira.
On one of these trips, he took my mum and brother along, documenting the journey with his lens.
I particularly love this photo that he took on the ship of my mum making bubbles for my brother. And I love my mum’s reaction to it: “Oh, what a silly young thing I was then.”

Photo by RIP © beeblu
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Oliver Sacks is loving it. Frederick Wiseman forgets that he’s it. Ellen Langer thinks that it’s possibly nothing but a mindset.
In Japan, they know how to style it.
Forget the Erololi, Ero-Kawaii and Gothic Lolitas of Akihabara, and the Cosplay kids of Harajuku; it was the quirky, fun and completely unselfconscious fashion sense of the older generation that stood out for me on the streets of Tokyo.

Sleeping Lovers – Tokyo Subway
Heads together, each propping the other up, these sleeping young lovers were no doubt in a dreamy place of their own.
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As a student of Linguistics, I am very interested in semiotics and, in particular, the affective impact of public signs.
Last week I got to realize a lifelong dream by taking a holiday in Japan. I loved the public signs there and the politeness of some of the signs in the Tokyo subways and trains.
I think people are more inclined to co-operate if a sign is polite than if it shouts, “Do not do this! Do not do that!”.
What do you think?
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..walking in the Spring sunshine

Powered by Mysterious Blobs of Jelly
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Saturday Morning Shopping – Ho Chi Minh City
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