Still in Osaka, taking images, mostly between 4-5 am, empty streets, very quiet. There is a sense of waiting. Some “snack bars” have just closed and the owners are still cleaning up. Garbage trucks are always out at this time. Parking lots are usually empty but in some parts of town there are multiple cars parked as residents have no where to leave their vehicles. No one walking by looks at us or plays an attention as they would elsewhere. Dawn comes with a purple and pinkish sky at one end of the city and at the other a light blue appears.
Osaka Nights #2
Osaka, the Mirror in the Window
Upon arrival in Osaka, on my way to elsewhere, I ran into this window with a mirror. I took this image with my iPhone.
Control Shed at Peter's Dam
This is the control shed for the dam, formerly a source of water for farmers and fruit tree orchards in Orange County. Now part of a wildlife sanctuary. After flying down from the western forests in British Columbia the brightness makes it difficult to even see.
Inside the Tiny Greenhouse
Late in the summer, the inside of the greenhouse is almost forgotten.
Read more"Totems" Series (For David Smith)
Four woodland images from the "Totem Series." Landscape and documentary photographer Jim Roche.
Read moreThe Sidewalk at Night
At night the city has a different feel. Objects seem to become something other than what they were during the day.
The Garden Hose
Today was over 115 degrees F, at times up to 121. It was so bright I had difficulty seeing what was in front of me. Still, in the garden, there were quiet, cooler green spaces where a breeze and some shade made a difference. These gardens present as natural dioramas, carefully planted to signal random growth and development….but there is nothing natural about them. You still feel the hidden hand behind the scene. And occasionally, when a water pipe, hose, or small sign enters the Fram you realize things are not as they appear.
The Potting Table After Planting
In late spring the potting tables are finally empty.
Read morePathway Through the Bog in Winter.
The small songbirds flutter through the underbrush looking for seeds. The beavers seem to be active, but are no where to be seen. Still, their activity is everywhere, a tree here, there, they are up to something besides sleeping.