Tsurezure #whatever – Hooded Cranes

I have lost track of how many of these I have written, AND of how many I have posted to my blog. So, forget the numbers. Forget the lists. Let’s just do this thing.

This column went out early this month and describes my joining a local birdwatching excursion to see the hooded cranes/ใƒŠใƒ™ใƒ…ใƒซ of Yashiro district. These birds are not particularly rare, and over 10,000 nest down south in Kagoshima Prefecture. However, the only spot on the island of Honshu where any come to spend the winter is in this tiny farming town in the mountains here. This year, 13 birds came, and the local birders all had to go try to get good pics. I have discussed this before, but technically we are only supposed to watch and photography from a designated “observation post” which is often a real pain, as sometimes the birds don’t come anywhere near. This time, though, was different.

Eight birds in two groups came close on either side, and a few even flew right over our heads. It was quite a chance.


A picture of this story printed in a Japanese newspaper.

ใƒŠใƒ™ใƒ…ใƒซใฎๅคงใ‚ตใƒผใƒ“ใ‚น

ใƒฉใ‚คใ‚ชใƒณใ‚ธใƒŸใƒผ

2ๆœˆ23ๆ—ฅใฎๅˆๅ‰ใ€ๅ‘จๅ—ๅธ‚ๅ…ซไปฃ็”บใง15ไบบใฎ้‡Ž้ณฅๆ„›้ณฅๅฎถใŒ้›†ใพใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆ—ฅๆœฌ้‡Ž้ณฅใฎไผšๅฑฑๅฃ็œŒๆ”ฏ้ƒจใฎๆŽข้ณฅไผšใฎใ‚คใƒ™ใƒณใƒˆใงใƒŠใƒ™ใƒ…ใƒซใ‚’ๅง‹ใ‚ใจใ™ใ‚‹ๅœฐๅŸŸใฎ้‡Ž้ณฅใ‚’่ฆณๅฏŸใƒปๆ’ฎๅฝฑใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒ็›ฎ็š„ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚‚ใกใ‚ใ‚“ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๅ‚ๅŠ ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚

ไปฅๅ‰ใ‚‚ไป–ใฎ้‡Ž้ณฅใฎไผšใ‚คใƒ™ใƒณใƒˆใซใฏๅ‚ๅŠ ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใŒไปŠๅ›žใฏๅˆใ‚ใฆ็š†ใ•ใ‚“ใจใƒŠใƒ™ใƒ…ใƒซใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ๆฉŸไผšใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฑฑๅฃ็œŒใฎๅฎ็‰ฉใงไธ”ใค็œŒ้ณฅใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒŠใƒ™ใƒ…ใƒซใฏ่ญฆๆˆ’ๅฟƒใŒ้ซ˜ใๆš–ใ‹ใ่ฆ‹ๅฎˆใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒณใ‚นใŒๅคงไบ‹ใงใ™ใฎใงๅ…ซไปฃใง้‡Ž้ณฅ่ฆณๅฏŸใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใฉใกใ‚‰ใ‹ใจ่จ€ใ†ใจ้ ๆ…ฎใ—ใŒใกใงใ™ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ไปŠๅ›žใฏใใกใ‚“ใจใ—ใŸใƒžใƒŠใƒผใ‚’ๅฎˆใฃใฆๆกˆๅ†…ใ™ใ‚‹ๅฝขใงใ—ใŸใฎใงๅ–œใ‚“ใง่กŒใฃใฆใฟใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใพใšใฏ็š†ใงๅทๆทปใฎๆ•ฃๆญฉๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใงๅฐ้ณฅใ‚’่ฆณๅฏŸใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใƒŸใƒคใƒžใƒ›ใ‚ชใ‚ธใƒญใ‚„ใ‚ซใƒฏใƒฉใƒ’ใƒฏใƒปใ‚นใ‚บใƒก็ญ‰ใŒ่ฑŠๅฏŒใงใ—ใŸใŒๅƒ•ใซใจใฃใฆใฏๅˆใ‚ใฆใฎใ‚ขใƒˆใƒชใ‚นใƒใƒƒใƒ†ใ‚ฃใƒณใ‚ฐใŒไธ€็•ชใ†ใ‚Œใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใงใ™ใ€‚

ใใฎใ‚ใจ็š†ใ•ใ‚“ใจใƒŠใƒ™ใƒ…ใƒซ่ฆณๅฏŸๆ‰€ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใƒŠใƒ™ใƒ…ใƒซใ‚’้ฉšใ‹ใ›ใชใ„ใ“ใจใŒๅคงไบ‹ใชใฎใงใ€ๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซใฏ่ฆณๅฏŸๆ‰€ๆ•ทๅœฐๅ†…ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎใฟใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏ่ฆณๅฏŸใฎๆฑบใพใ‚Šใงใ™ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏ่ฆ‹ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใ‚‚่ฟ‘ใใชใ„ใ“ใจใŒๅคšใ้‹ใŒๆ‚ชใ„ๆ™‚ใฏๅ…จ็„ถ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใงใ™ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ไปŠๅ›žใฏใชใ‚“ใจ๏ผ๏ผ่ฆณๅฏŸๆ‰€่ฟ‘ใใซใฏ8็พฝใ„ใพใ—ใŸ๏ผ

่ฆณๅฏŸๆ‰€ใ‹ใ‚‰้“่ทฏใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ5็พฝใ€ๅ‰ใฎ็”ฐใ‚“ใผใง3็พฝใฎ่ฆชๅญใ‚‚ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆŽข้ณฅไผšใฎ็š†ใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅคง่ˆˆๅฅฎใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ๆ’ฎๅฝฑใ—ใฆๆœ›้ ้กใง่ฆณๅฏŸใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใงใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ™ใ€‚5็พฝใฎใƒŠใƒ™ใƒ…ใƒซใŒใ™ใ้ฃ›ใณๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ€้ ญใฎไธŠใพใงๅฏ„ใฃใฆใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใพใ•ใซใ€Œๅคงใ‚ตใƒผใƒ“ใ‚นใ€ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚

้‡Ž้ณฅ่ฆณๅฏŸ่€…ใจใ—ใฆใฏๅคงๆบ€่ถณใ ใฃใŸใฎใงใ€ใใฎใ‚ใจใฏ่ฟ‘ใใฎๅฑฑใพใง่กŒใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅ…ซไปฃใฎ็พŽใ—ใ„่‡ช็„ถใฎไธญใ‚’ๆญฉใใชใŒใ€้‡Ž้ณฅใฎใ•ใˆใšใ‚Šใ‚’่žใ„ใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ็™’ใ•ใ‚Œใพใ™ใ€‚

้›ชใŒ้™ใฃใฆใใŸใฎใงใ™ใ่งฃๆ•ฃใจใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใŒ็š†ใŒ็›ฎ็š„้”ๆˆใ—ใฆๅ–œใ‚“ใงๅธฐใฃใŸใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏ็ขบใ‹ใซใใ†ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใกใชใฟใซๆ—ฅๆœฌ้‡Ž้ณฅใฎไผšๅฑฑๅฃ็œŒๆ”ฏ้ƒจใฏ็œŒๅ†…ๅ„ๅœฐใงๅฎšๆœŸ็š„ใซๆŽข้ณฅไผšใ‚’้–‹ๅ‚ฌใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใงๆ˜ฏ้žใƒใƒƒใƒˆใงๆคœ็ดขใ—ใฆ็ขบ่ชใ—ใฆใฟใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€‚่ฟ‘ใใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใงๅฏๆ„›ใ„้‡Ž้ณฅใ‚’่ฆณๅฏŸใ—ใฆ่‡ช็„ถใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ๅญฆใถไบ‹ใŒใงใใ‚‹ใจใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใƒใƒฃใƒณใ‚นใงใ™ใ€‚

Tsurezure #11 โ€“ Autumn Musings

I seem to be catching up on myself with these posts (and messing up the numbering) but here is another of my Japanese language columns for the Setouchi Times newspaper. It’s about autumn in Japan versus autumn in my home. It’s a bit of fluff, but sometimes that’s all right.

A bonfire of paper lanterns on a dark autumn night.

็ง‹ใซใคใ„ใฆ

็ง‹ใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใงใ™ใ€‚ใ€Œๆ˜ฅใ‹็ง‹ใ‹ใ€ใฉใกใ‚‰ใŒใŒๅฅฝใใ‹ใจ่žใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐๆ˜ฅใŒๅ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒๅฟ…ใšใ—ใ‚‚ใใ†ใจใฏ่จ€ใˆใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ๆ—ฅๆœฌใฎ็ง‹ใฏใ€Œ้ฃŸๆฌฒใฎ็ง‹ใ€ใจใ—ใฆ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„้ฃŸๆใŒใ„ใฃใฑใ„ใงใ™ใ—ๆถผใ—ใ„ๅคฉๆฐ—ใงๅค–้Šใณใ‚‚ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใกใ‚ใ‚“็ด…่‘‰ใฎๆ™ฏ่‰ฒใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ทใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฟใƒผใƒใƒฃใƒณใ‚นใ‚’ไธŽใˆใฆใใ‚Œใพใ™ใ€‚

ใ‚ขใƒกใƒชใ‚ซใซไฝใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใงใ‚‚็ง‹ใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใงใ—ใŸใŒ็†็”ฑใŒใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้•ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚

ใ‚ขใƒกใƒชใ‚ซใƒปใ‚ซใƒณใ‚ถใ‚นๅทžใฎ็ง‹ใฏๆ—ฅๆœฌใจๅŒใ˜ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅŽ็ฉซใฎๅญฃ็ฏ€ใง็ด…่‘‰ใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ๆš‘ใ„ๅคใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šๅค–ใฎๅคฉๆฐ—ใŒๆถผใ‚„ใ‹ใซใชใ‚‹ๅญฃ็ฏ€ใงใ™ใ€‚ๅŽ็ฉซ็ฅญ็š„ใชใ‚ตใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚นใ‚ฎใƒ“ใƒณใ‚ฐ๏ผˆๆ„Ÿ่ฌใฎๆ—ฅ๏ผ‰ใฏใ‚ขใƒกใƒชใ‚ซไบบใซใจใฃใฆใ‚ฏใƒชใ‚นใƒžใ‚นใฎๆฌกใซๅคงๅˆ‡ใช็ฅๆ—ฅใงใ‚ใ‚Š11ๆœˆใซใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚

ใงใ‚‚ๆ—ฅๆœฌใจ้•ใฃใฆๆฌง็ฑณใฎ็ง‹ใ‚‚ๆๆ€–ใฎๅญฃ็ฏ€ใงใ™ใ€‚็ง‹ใจใฏไธ–ใฎไธญใฎใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‹็‰ฉใŒๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใๆ™‚ๆœŸใชใฎใงใ™ใ€‚ๆœจใฎ่‘‰ใŒๆžฏใ‚Œใฆๆ•ฃใ‚Šใ€ใŸใใ•ใ‚“ใฎ้ณฅใŒๆธกใฃใฆใ„ใชใใชใ‚Šใ€ใ„ใ‚ใ‚“ใชๅ‹•็‰ฉใ‚‚ๅ†ฌ็œ ็ญ‰ใ—ใฆ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ๅคช้™ฝใฎๅ…‰ใ‚‚ๅผฑใฃใฆใ„ใๆ„Ÿใ˜ใงๅพใ€…ใซๅฏ’ใใชใฃใฆๆ—ฅใŒ็Ÿญใใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใกใ‚ใ‚“ใƒใƒญใ‚ฆใ‚ฃใƒผใƒณใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚

ๅคงๆ˜”ใ€ใƒใƒญใ‚ฆใ‚ฃใƒผใƒณใฏๅญไพ›ใซใŠ่“ๅญใ‚’้…ใ‚‹ๆ—ฅใงใฏใชใใ‚นใƒ”ใƒชใƒใƒฅใ‚ขใƒซ็š„ใช็ฅญๆ—ฅใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅคไปฃใฎไฟกไปฐใงใฏ11ๆœˆ1ๆ—ฅใฏๆ–ฐๅนดใŒๅง‹ใพใ‚‹ๆ—ฅใงใ€ใใฎๅ‰ใฎๅคœใซใฏใ“ใฎไธ–ใจ้œŠ็•Œใฎ้–“ใฎๅฃใŒ้–‹ใ‘ใฆใ€ไบกใใชใฃใŸๆ–นใฎ้œŠใŒ่‡ช็”ฑใซ่กŒใๆฅใŒๅ‡บๆฅใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใฎ้œŠใŒใ„ใŸใšใ‚‰ใฎใ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ„ๅฎถๅบญใงใฏ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’็Ž„้–ขๅ‰ใซใŠใ„ใฆๆบ€่ถณใซ้ฃŸในใ•ใ›ใŸใจใ„ใ†่ชฌใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚

้•ทใ„ๅนดๆœˆใ‚’็ตŒใฆๆฌง็ฑณใฎใƒใƒญใ‚ฆใ‚ฃใƒผใƒณใŒๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ—ใฆไปŠใฏไบŒ้ขใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ไธ€ใคใฏๅ˜็ด”ใซๆฅฝใ—ใ„็ฅญๆ—ฅ็š„ใชใ“ใจใงใ™ใ€‚

ใใฎไฟกไปฐๆทฑใ„็ฅๆ—ฅใŒ่ฟ‘ไปฃใฎใƒฏใ‚คใƒฏใ‚ค็š„ใชใƒใƒญใ‚ฆใ‚ฃใƒผใƒณใซ้€ฒๅŒ–ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆ€–ใ„ใ‚ณใ‚นใƒ—ใƒฌใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅญไพ›ใŸใกใŒใ„ใŸใšใ‚‰ใ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใŠใ„ใ—ใŠ่“ๅญใ‚’้…ใฃใฆๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใพใ ใพใ ้œŠ็š„ใชๅฎŸ่ณช็š„ใซๆ€–ใ„้ขใ‚‚ๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๆ—ฅๆœฌใฎๅคใฟใŸใ„ใซๆ€ช่ซ‡ใ‚’่ชžใ‚‹ไผšใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ใƒ›ใƒฉใƒผๆ˜ ็”ปใฏ10ๆœˆไธญใซใƒ†ใƒฌใƒ“ใซๆ”พ้€ใ•ใ‚Œๆ˜ ็”ป้คจใงใ‚‚ไธŠๆ˜ ใ•ใ‚Œใพใ™ใ€‚

ๅƒ•ใฏๆ€–ใ„ไบ‹ใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใชๅฐ‘ๅนดใงใ—ใŸใ€‚๏ผˆไปŠใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅผฑ่™ซใซใชใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใพใ ใพใ ๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใŒๆ‚ชใ„่ฉฑใŒๅฅฝใใจใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใพใ™โ€ฆ๏ผ‰ใƒ›ใƒฉใƒผๅฐ่ชฌใ‚’ๆฏŽๆ—ฅใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ชญใ‚“ใงใ„ใฆใƒ›ใƒฉใƒผๆ˜ ็”ปใ‚’ไธ€ไบบใงใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใชใฎใง็ง‹ใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใŸใจใ„ใคใ‚‚ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ๆ—ฅๆœฌใซไฝใฟๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ“ใ‚ๅคใฏๆ€–ใ„ๅญฃ็ฏ€ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใซใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้•ๅ’Œๆ„ŸใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใŒๅนดใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ใจใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๆ—ฅๆœฌใฎ็ง‹ใฎ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใŒๅฅฝใใ ใชใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ ใฃใฆใ€็„ผใใ„ใ‚‚ใจๆ —ใ”้ฃฏใŒใถใก็พŽๅ‘ณใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™๏ผ๏ผ

A few recent pictures

I took a few pictures that I like recently, so here you go.

A couple of the crops are unconventional, but these aren’t for printing, so who cares?

Winter birds are best birds

The weather here has turnedโ€”well and truly, finallyโ€”to winter. Which means both dusky days, and winter birds.

Many of the birds I associate with winter, like white eyes or long-tailed tits, are present year round but are more visible because of bare branches. Others, like the ducks that stop on the rivers, are just passing through. All are welcome sights, though, making the cold walks worth it.

Here are some I spotted today, December 21, 2024. For the record.

2024 – Stuff I loved

It’s inevitable, I guess, to get retrospective at this time of year. I’ve more or less stopped keeping careful track of things like media consumptionโ€”no Goodreads lists for me, thank youโ€”but it’s still sometimes interesting to review. And so, here is a non-comprehensive list of things that I remember enjoying very much in 2024. Travel, books, TV, whatever, I’m not going to be strict. These are all things that made my 2024 a better year than it would otherwise have been.

First up, I visited Inbe in Bizen, Okayama several times this year. It was wonderful. I met potters, enjoyed the scenery, and learned about its history and culture in a way that was vibrant and exciting.

Another thing that made my 2024 better was engaging more actively and thoughtfully in photography. I’ve written about it before, but even apart from whatever high-minded ideas about “art” or “creativity” people want to layer onto it, the very fact of engaging in a new expressive medium has been great. I have been a “word guy” all my life. Trying to be an “image guy” now is really something special for me.

A smiling older man with a mustache. He is wearing a towel on his head, a large watch, and a black tanktop and is flexing his muscular arms.
Macho man

In the world of books, there have been a few standouts. The one that stands largest in my memory is The Saint of Bright Doors by Vajra Chandrasekera, which I reviewed on this blog. There’s not much else to say about it, except that its weight in my memory has only grown with time. Read it.

I also read and loved Premee Mohamed‘s The Siege of Burning Grass. It is a fantasy story set in a world at war, but the central protagonist is a true pacifist despite the brutal social pressures on being a good, patriotic subject of empire. It is a story about the irrationality of war and the true courage that is pacifism, and the pain that occurs when those are placed in irredeemable conflict. I should have reviewed it more thoroughly. It deserves much thought and rereading.

Another standout is the Japanese-language only (so far) horror book Kinkichiho no aru basho ni tsuite (About a certain place in the Kinki region) by Sesuji. It’s a “mocumentary” horror book that presents itself as a collection of research materials for a magazine, but ends up telling a story of generational evil, the terrors of the Japanese countryside, and creepy stuff in general. I loved it. I think the translation rights have been sold, but that is so far unconfirmed.

In related media, I still think about Fake Documentary Q a lot. I wish the book had been better.

Apart from all the old music I mostly listen to (shout out to Eric Satie’s Gymnopรฉdies), the new album I listened to most is Daudi Matsiko’s The King of Misery. It seems perhaps inappropriate to talk about “enjoyment” regarding such an emotionally shredding/shredded work of art, but it is beautiful and alive and well worth listening to.

And, lest anyone get the idea that I went all high-brow and Big-C Cultural in 2024, I also watched the hell out of the Reacher series on Amazon Prime because there’s something unironically appealing about watching a very big man murder the fuck out of the Bad Guys.

What were some things that made your 2024 less terrible?