Inazuma
Summer heat builds through the morning like a slow fever. By noon, the valley shimmers with rising air, and the […]
This year’s garden taught me more about failure than success, which might be the most valuable lesson of all. The
We’ve had almost two weeks of stable sunny weather, the kind of high-pressure clarity that makes every morning feel like
This morning I found a blue longicorn beetle (Rosalia batesi) on the cabin’s wooden deck railing, motionless in a patch
Counting spirals is a kind of meditation. The cones don’t care if I get it wrong. I trace one ridge
A thin band of fog lay flat across the river, and the kites traced circles overhead in slow, wide loops
I set off this morning down the gravel path from my cabin to the lake. The day before, I’d put
Oblong and bruised and perfect; the vendor says the rain made them sweeter. I thumb the powdery bloom and it
I split my time between Tokyo and northern Nagano, where my cabin sits at the edge of a national park.