ハルイチの庭。

every garden
has her day,
every creature
has his time.
in that moment,
touching us.

news from
his garden.
he is my father.

it goes on.

not dangerous here, maybe,
outside the range Fukushima nuclear plant, 230km away.
…… apocalyptic spring.
as delight slinking around the garden ……
i know, it’s not, it is one of gorgeous spring ever.
but it smell, breath different colors and lights.
 its called psychogenetic?
ok, go clouds go.

by the way, when power cut comes next,
planned not planned.
anyway it’s sixth time black out.