Roaring thunder, a water drop rolls down the lotus blossom.
When the texture of paper, water and stars casually overlap.
The cliffs at noon, framed by the sound of swifts.
Seeing the ocean as an endless source of fuel for the mind.
The artist’s summer paradise – a desk in the shade, a pretty view, the sound of water.
Stretching up to a view, in the shade of century-old trees.
Clouds up on a tree or fresh carpet on grass, the scent of purple is a blooming Jacaranda.
Green reeds sprout on a gull’s nest, surrounded by the crying flock.
Black bamboo, blue clouds, bent by the rain.
Bright red glow, a kaede swaying to the blackbird’s spring call.
Feeling the resolve of a returning gaze.
The woodpecker drumming up spring.
Iridescence is a gate to the rainbow.
Contemplating this winter’s final curtain call.
The crested grebe waiting for spring to awaken.