Someone made a sculpture of me while I was sleeping.
Those tangerines (?) and boughs are used as offerings.
Twenty monks in wooden sandles make an amazing racket.
Beyond here no photographs are allowed. I joined in the ritual in the dark, incensed filled building at the end of the path.
Hiroshima
This shopping center stretches for miles and forks out through cross streets. Kind of like a mall with cars darting across.
This building is a short distance from the center of the a-bomb blast.
The hypocenter.
Time waits for gnomon.
On the ferry to Miyajima.
These bolts are in the ground all over Japan. I think they keep the country fastened down in case of earthquakes.
There was one of these at Kiyomizo temple in Kyoto too. All of the older gentlemen touched the top of it, so I did too.