Ordinary flowers in a rice paddy

It’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to go out into the country and photograph the things I like to photograph. I knew that my time in Kumamoto was special, but I really miss being able to jump in the car, explore a windy country road, and without fail, stumble upon something interesting. Kyushu is, without a doubt, the most interesting place that I?ve ever explored.
Living one stop away from Umeda is convenient, and certainly less lonely than living in a small village, but I can feel myself getting mentally and spiritually fatigued by the crowds, the concrete, and from being away from nature. One symptom of this fatigue has been my dependence on my keitai camera (but this is also due to the wretched state of my Casio) to snap shots. I find myself no longer taking an afternoon to explore the unknown because it’s a chore to cram into a train. I have fallen into a routine that I don?t like, but now that I see it changes will be made.
It’s time to start looking for the gems hidden among the coal, and explore Kansai during my time here. I’m setting out on a quest to peel away the ordinary to expose the extraordinary, little by little. I hope I can squeeze a little more out of my camera before it gives up the ghost.
When living in the country, doing ordinary things like shopping or eating out was a task, but now that I have those things I almost prefer not having them. Almost, but when I think about the 30 minute drive to the closest convenience store and the 2 hour drive to the city, not quite.
I took these pictures while strolling along the rice paddies in Ikaruga. Everyday weeds and wildflowers seemed so interesting after living among the highly stylized, contrived, industrial, man-made environment. Urban noise seems to really enhance one?s appreciation of nature, and just being outside helps to regain focus and clarity. It feels good just looking at these pictures.

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  1. Great commentary on everday appreciation for the commonly overlooked little gems in nature! I remember when your daily walks as a toddler in Huntington Central Park was full of amazement and joy at finding perfectly dehydrated squashed african clawed frogs or shriveled up ponds full of squirmy, gasping-for-air catfish. And there was that time (age 10?) when you were determined to photograph and catalog roadkill like coyote, badger and deer…that is, until we got out and you actually had to look at the poor deer all twisted up in rigor mortis. Your current photos are much happier and upbeat!

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