During our visit to Shakotan peninsula, blue sky covered our heads and it was really warm. Yet, when we ventured forward Cape Kamui, we felt a change in atmosphere. It was a foggy and windy bubble which seemed to hang only there.
There is a folklore story concerning a young woman called Charenka. She was in love tim a Japanese warrior Yoshitsune Minamoto. It is said that when he had escaped abroad from the enemy, Charenka followed him to the cape, but soon realized she was left. In despair, she jumped off the cape and the rock at the edge of the cape is believed to be her spirit. It is said that she cursed all women on ships and the ships that had women on board started to sink one after another. During many years women were prohibited from entering the cape.
Even now there is a warning sign, yet entering or not of course is up to you! This time the gate to Charenka’s path was closed due to strong wind.
It is believed there is a curse regarding Cape Kamui, yet the atmosphere is quite mystic and even sacred. As nature could only be.
Impressions from last summer near Otaru, Hokkaido. Excited for more to come!
Not even a gull would approach such a wild sea.
This chapel by the sea in the North of Portugal is one of my favourite places. Glad to revisit.
After one year living in Japan and altough my adventure there hasn’t ended yet, I finally made it to my home in Porto.
I remember coming back on a train through one of the bridges in the ealy morning, when it was still dark, yet there was a pale hint of deybreak. Birds awakaneing and announcing a stir is about to come. It is almost a ceremony! Such a joyous mood!
I remember coming back on a plane, after traveling for endless hours and seeing a continus dawn. I realized I have finally made it when I saw a blue ocean line. The plane, me, my life and everyone around were wrapped in such a warm light, unmeasurably happy. Such a joy!
Coming back is always such a dear moment. I will always have a home here, I will always come back.
A trip to the Ginga Teien in Eniwa, Hokkaido. May, 2017
After a long winter with its endless snowfalls I was waiting quite impatiently for the Spring to come.
Spring. Beginnings. It is such a delicate and violent time of the year. Nature has such a powerfil ability to renew and almost reinvent itself.
Though I don’t dislike living in the city, there is always a building after a building which blocks our view and makes us forget that there are so many other landscapes.
It was good to go out the city for a day and revisit the vastness of this island, meet old mountains and awakening forests, see newborn greenery quickly emerging from the soils richly nourished after a long winter. Sometimes you just know that you are in the right place at the right moment. And that was that day.
Rice fields aren’t watered yet, the greenery has just protruded from the soil and weather made both people and animals leave their homes.
Spring. Beginning. Rebirth. Chance. Life. I feel amazed and grateful to be present in this moment, in such a natural state.
Sometimes I will remember I exited still snowy Sapporo’s end of winter for Tokyo’s early spring with its beginning of pink snow.
Early cherry blossoms in Tokyo, March, 2017.