Bodhidharma, Daruma, Father of Zen.
"Who the hell are you?" the emporor asked Bodhidharma.
"I don't know," he replied, and walked away.
I visited Niihama's Zen Temple and Monastary after school yesterday. The misty air was wet, the moss fully open, the colors unreal. To my surprise the entrance gate had been completely rebuilt. The new wood smelled so strong, so fresh, and so clean. I was saddened, while also breathing deeply the smells and marveling at the creamy orange color.
It looked really great next to the light green.
At the base of the forest leading up to the gate before the temple is that other tree I like to paint. Stunning, isn't she? The iphone captures the crazy light pretty well, dontcha think?
As you know Japanese students clean their own schools. Here are some freshman cleaning the bathroom. This always cracks me up.
This is the japanese food pyramid. I love how they include water ("or tea") as the center around which the entire pyramid turns.
Typical roadside grave. The water bottles are to keep cats away.
These are all the Kapibara I took to America for Christmas.
Party at Emily's.
My friend Misa Yanagi, left, sent my phone this picture of her and her sister. These girls are so cool.
Close up from the picture above. These are drawings of Niihama's beloved taikodai--the portable shrines carried during festival.
I visit the largest elementary school in my prefecture. The morning assembly today was a talent show! About 20 kids showed off their skills, from singing to cutting shapes out of apples to touching the tongue to the nose.
And this little boy just kanchoed me.