π Rebunge, Toyoura
As it nears its next molting, the brilles of a snake cloud over until they are sloughed off in one piece with the old skin, a jumpsuit with built-in welding goggles.
π Yamanashi, Toyoura
π Makkari
On a late afternoon aboard a Ugandan post bus four summers ago, I rounded a bend and the 4,127-meter pyramid of Mount Muhavura appeared out of nowhere, an oversized piece of Central African landscape fit for my feverish mind. Until I rounded another bend on a late afternoon four summers later and saw Mount Shiribeshi appear in similar fashion, I didnβt think such an overblown presentation of a mountain could ever be reproduced, but here I was again, staring wide-eyed at this middle finger to gravity whose relative height was similar to Muhavuraβs. Later, at the bathhouse, I watched it fade into the sky, then walked to its foot.
Prev. β Day 108, July 29
These Walking Dreams is a visual field diary of a 4,300-kilometer walk from one end of Japan to the other, in the spring and summer of 2017.