The Meiji Shrine is one of my favorite places. I would like to stroll this haven in the heart of Tokyo.
The lights are never the same, as they come through the leaves of the trees, which have grown into mature shapes 100 years after they were transplanted from many places across the island. Before the transplantation, the shrine site used to be a grassland, I hear.
I would like to ponder and weigh, as I pass through the lights corridor. I come face to face with my unconscious, where I find many strange animals and vegetations.
And my whole body including the brain is the only recording devise. Photography has a limited power in capturing the moment. As I stroll, I vividly sense the environment and myself. I hark, remember, and project.
Before long I find myself in the busy Tokyo streets again. The magic is over.
The Meiji Shrine forest on a recent visit.