No Sunday solemnity on the way to the shrine for these worshippers. Instead, there was booze, unfettered joy and a boisterousness more akin to a football match. It was wonderful.
One is coming of age, but both of them are very much creatures of the age.
The ferocity of the summer sun has happily long since faded, but with it have also gone the vast majority of Japan’s festivals; traditional events that make the long, hot months far more bearable. Fortunately, however, there are still a few that come later, and while the heat may lack its former intensity, the colours and concentration on display most definitely don’t.
Seeing a kimono is always a treat in Tokyo, but this particular sighting was that little bit more special due its oddly calming, almost chameleon-like qualities.
Exactly what the title says, along with a colourful, but rather carelessly placed parasol. A sight that needless to say is not something one sees everyday. Or indeed the vast majority of days. Making the slightly surreal scene all the more special.
No deadlines to work to. Quite the opposite in fact, with simultaneous work on the past, present and future more akin to time travel than dealing with the demands of an actual timetable. And seemingly no stress too. Rather the gentle, almost meditative practice of pruning, shaping and carefully watering. Making arguably the most Japanese of jobs, utterly un-Japanese-like.