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it was very cold that night; almost too cold in fact. lights from a small japanese restaurant would glow. we entered, almost feeling like we had to take our shoes off.
the menu was written in japanese, the matching anecdotes in english. with that jolly tone only japanese natives can master.
it felt like walking on a cloud, with never-ending cups of hot genmaicha tea.
laura. it might just be me, but I find your words beautiful. and very accurate. time and place.
tim. I love the ‘when no one is looking’ part. it’s so true. a couple of weeks ago, I was talking with an almost stranger who was all about technology and making money with blogs. he wouldn’t hear or understand that the main reason I write or photograph is to keep a record of things I love.
lucy. and you do. beautifully.
kyle. that’s quite interesting. in life, it’s not always easy to find people who are dealing with the same issues as you are. and it’s even more difficult to share those issue with the people who surround you because sometimes, it feels nice to forget about everything and just be happy.
jessica. we’re definitely on the same page here. my favourite blogs might not be the most prolific, but they always seem to make me enter in a state of bliss. and thanks for the kind words.
tags: caragh thuring, film, japan, london, pentax me super, restaurant, saatchi gallery, tessa farmer.