Setouchi Tsurezure #4 – Pottery Love

My fourth column for the local Setouchi Times newspaper was about my growing fascination with Japanese pottery. I discussed my discovery of the beauties of functional art, my interactions with local potters, and my growing collection.

้™ถ่Šธใซ้™ถ็„ถ

ใƒฉใ‚คใ‚ชใƒณใ€€ใ‚ธใƒŸใƒผ

่ฟ‘ๅนดใฏๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใฎๆฌกใซ้™ถ็ฃๅ™จใซใ‚‚่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆŒใกๅง‹ใ‚ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใพใงใฏๆฏŽๆ—ฅไฝฟใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ™จใ‚’ใ‚ใพใ‚Šๆฐ—ใซใ—ใŸใ“ใจใŒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใงใ™ใŒใ€ๆ‰‹ไฝœใ‚Š้…’ๅ™จใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ใ“ใจใงๆ—ฅๆœฌใฎ้™ถ่Šธใซ้ญ…ไบ†ใ•ใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ„ใ‚ใ‚“ใช้™ถ่Šธๅฎถใฎไฝœๅ“ใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใ€ๆ—ฅๅธธ็”Ÿๆดปใซใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅฝฉใ‚’่ถณใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

่จ€ใ†ใพใงใ‚‚ใชใใ€่ฉ็„ผใฎ้‡่ฆใ•ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ไปฅๅ‰ใฎๅ–ๆใ‚’ใใฃใ‹ใ‘ใซ่ฉๅธ‚ใฎๆณขๅคš้‡ŽๆŒ‡ๆœˆ็ชฏใฎๆณขๅคš้‡Ž่‹ฑ้›„ๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใจ็Ÿฅใ‚Šๅˆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚่‹ฑ้›„ๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใฎ็ˆถใƒปๅ–„่”ตๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใฏๅฑฑๅฃ็œŒๆŒ‡ๅฎš็„กๅฝขๆ–‡ๅŒ–่ฒกไฟๆŒ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€่ฆชๅญใง็นŠ็ดฐใชไฝœๅ“ใ‚’ใŸใใ•ใ‚“ไฝœใฃใฆใŠใ‚‰ใ‚Œใพใ™ใ€‚้™ถ่Šธใ‚’้€šใ—ใฆใ€ๅคงไบ‹ใช็ต†ใŒใงใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚่ฉๅธ‚ใซใฏใ‚ˆใ้Šใณใซ่กŒใใพใ™ใŒใ€ๆฏŽๅ›žๆณขๅคš้‡ŽๆŒ‡ๆœˆ็ชฏใซใŠ้‚ช้ญ”ใ—ใ€็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ไฝœๅ“ใซๅ›ฒใพใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ใ—ใ‚ƒในใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ใŠ่Œถใฎใ‚“ใ ใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๆณขๅคš้‡Žๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใฎใจใ“ใ‚ใงๆฏๅญใจ่ฉ็„ผไฝ“้จ“ใ‚‚ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ€ๆฏๅญใŒใ€ŒใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฎ็‚บใซใ€ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใŠ็Œชๅฃใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆใใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใใฎไฝ“้จ“ใจ้™ถ่Šธๅฎถใ•ใ‚“ใจใฎไบคๆตใงใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎไธ–็•Œใ‚’ใฎใžใ่พผใ‚€ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ใฎๅค‰ๅ“ฒใ‚‚ใชใ„ๅœŸใ‹ใ‚‰็ฒ˜ๅœŸใ‚’้€ ใฃใฆใ€ใใ—ใฆใใฎ็ฒ˜ๅœŸใ‚’ไบบ้–“ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใงๅฝขใซใชใ‚‹็žฌ้–“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฅ‡่ทก็š„ใช็ตŒ้จ“ใงใ™ใ€‚็„ผๆˆใฎๆ™‚ใฏ็‚ŽใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅฎŸๆ„Ÿใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚‚่จ€่‘‰ใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใใ‚‰ใ„ๅฐ่ฑก็š„ใงใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅ…จ้ƒจใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใใฎไฝœๅ“ใŒๆ—ฅๅธธ็”Ÿๆดปใซๆดป็”จใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹๏ผไฟกใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚

ใ‚‚ใกใ‚ใ‚“ใ€ๅฑฑๅฃ็œŒใฎไผ็ตฑ็š„ใช่ฉ็„ผใŒๆœ‰ๅใงใ™ใŒใ€็œŒๅ†…ๅ„ๅœฐใงใ‚‚ๅ€‹ๆ€ง็š„ใช้™ถ่Šธๅฎถใ•ใ‚“ใŒใŸใใ•ใ‚“ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ“ใ“ๅ…‰ๅธ‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ„ใใคใฎ็ชฏๅ…ƒใƒปไฝœๅฎถใ•ใ‚“ใŒใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ขใƒˆใƒชใ‚จไปใฎๅ…ผๆธ…ไปๅฟ—ๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใ‚„ๆคฟ็ชฏใฎไธŠ็”ฐ้”็”Ÿๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใ‚’ใฏใ˜ใ‚ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ไผ็ตฑใฎๆž ๅค–ใงๅ‰ตไฝœๅŠ›ใฎ้ซ˜ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’้€ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไฝœๅฎถใ•ใ‚“ใŒใ„ใฃใฑใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚

้™ถ่ŠธๅฎถใŒ่ฟ‘ใใซใ„ใ‚‹ใจไธ€็•ชใ†ใ‚Œใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใฏใ€ๆ—ฅๅธธ็š„ใซไฝฟใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ™จใ‚’ไฝœใฃใŸไบบใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใงใใพใ™ใ€‚็พๅœจ็คพไผšใงใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใซใชใ„ใ“ใจใ ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ไฝฟใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฏใปใจใ‚“ใฉใฉใ“ใ‹ใฎๅทฅๅ ดใงใ€็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ไบบ้”ใ‚„ๆฉŸๆขฐใŒ้€ ใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ไบบใฎๆ‰‹ใงไฝœใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใจใ„ใ†ๅฎŸๆ„ŸใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒ็คพไผšใฎใƒญใ‚นใ ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚

ๆ˜”ใฎไผ็ตฑใ‚’ๅฎˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚ๅคงไบ‹ใงใ™ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏใใฎไฝœใ‚Šๆ‰‹ใจไฝฟใ„ๆ‰‹ใฎ็ต†ใ‚’ๅฎˆใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅคงไบ‹ใ ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๆฏŽๆœใ‚ณใƒผใƒ’ใƒผใ‚’้ฃฒใ‚€ๆ™‚ใซใ€็™พๅ‡ใง่ฒทใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅคงๅ’Œใฎ้™ถ่Šธๅฎถๅ…ซๆœจๅšๅนธๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใฎใƒžใ‚ฐใ‚ซใƒƒใƒ—ใง้ฃฒใฟใพใ™ใ€‚ใŠ้…’ใ‚’้ฃฒใ‚€ๆ™‚ใซใฏใ‚ˆใๅฎค็ฉใฎใƒใ‚งใƒปใ‚ธใ‚งใƒ›ใƒปใ‚ขใƒˆใƒชใ‚จใ‚ฎใƒฃใƒฉใƒชใƒผใง่ฒทใฃใŸใŠ็Œชๅฃใจ็‰‡ๅฃใงๅ‘‘ใฟใพใ™ใ€‚ใŠใคใพใฟใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆฏๅญใŒ้€ ใฃใŸใŠ็šฟใ‹ใ‚‰ใŸในใพใ™ใ€‚

ๅคงใ—ใŸไบ‹ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใ€ใใฎ็ต†ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใŒใ‚‰็”Ÿๆดปใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚’ๅฟƒๆŽ›ใ‘ใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใจๆฏŽๆ—ฅ็พŽใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใจ่งฆใ‚Œๅˆใ†ใ“ใจใŒใงใใพใ™ใ€‚ๆฏŽๆ—ฅใ„ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆใ€ๆฏŽๆ—ฅไบบใฎๆ‰‹ใง้€ ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใจๆŽฅใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใฃใจใ„ใ„ใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚

่‡ชๅˆ†ใธใฎใ”่ค’็พŽใจใ—ใฆใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏๅœฐๅ…ƒใฎไฝœๅฎถใ•ใ‚“ใฎใ‚ขใƒˆใƒชใ‚จใซ่กŒใฃใฆใฟใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€‚็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ๅ‡บไผšใ„ใŒๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚

Setouchi Tsurezure Series #2 – New Interests

A closeup of a round, reddish and black bird.
A daurian redstart, as featured in the article below.

A scan of the article from the Japanese newspaper.

ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„่ถฃๅ‘ณใฎๅ‘ณใ‚ใ„

ใ“ใฎๆญณใซใชใ‚‹ใจๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ใ“ใจๅง‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏ้…ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใ€ๆœ€่ฟ‘ๅ†™็œŸๆ’ฎๅฝฑใŒๆœฌๆ ผ็š„ใซ่ถฃๅ‘ณใซใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ไป•ไบ‹ใฎ้–ขไฟ‚ไธŠใ€ไป•ๆ–นใชใๅง‹ใ‚ใŸๅ†™็œŸใ‚’ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใงใฏ้ข็™ฝใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใฎ็‚บใซๅ‹‰ๅผทใ—ใ‚ณใƒ„ใ‚’ใคใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ™ใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใจๆ€ใ„้€šใ‚Šใซๆ’ฎใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใซใ€Œใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๆฅฝใ—ใ„๏ผใ€ใจๆฐ—ใฅใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

็‹ฌๅญฆใงๆ•™็ง‘ๆ›ธใ‚„ใ‚คใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใƒใƒƒใƒˆใงๅ‹‰ๅผทใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ไธŠ้”ใซใฏ้™็•ŒใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ†ใชใ‚‹ใจใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๆ•™ๅฎคใซใŠไธ–่ฉฑใซใชใ‚‹ใ—ใ‹ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ไปŠๅนดใฎ็ง‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€Œใฒใ‹ใ‚Šๅ†™ๅ‹ไผšใ€ใซๅ…ฅไผšใ—ใ€ๅฒกๆœฌๅ›ฝๆฒปๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใฎไธ‹ใงๅ‹‰ๅผทใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ไป–ใฎไผšๅ“กใ•ใ‚“้”ใฎไฝœๅ“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆ่กๆ’ƒใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏใ€Œใพใ ใพใ ใ ใ€ใจๅฎŸๆ„Ÿใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใง่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚

ใชใœใ‹ใจ่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจ้ ‘ๅผตใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ๅŽŸๅ‹•ๅŠ›ใซใคใชใŒใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ๆŠ€่ก“ใ‚’่บซใซใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏไธ€็•ชๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใ ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚่‹ฅใ„้ ƒใซใฏ่‰ฒใ€…้Šใณใ€ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ไบ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใŒใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆ้Šใณใซใ—ใ‹็›ฎใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ไปŠใฏ่‹ฅใ„้ ƒใฎใ‚ใใ‚ใๆ„ŸใŒ่–„ใใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๆญณใ‚’ใจใ‚‹ใจๅญฆใถไบ‹ใŒๅฝนใซ็ซ‹ใคใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใงใชใใ€ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใ ใจๆฐ—ใฅใใพใ™ใ€‚

ใใ—ใฆใ€ไปŠใฏใ„ใ„ๅ†™็œŸใฎๆ’ฎใ‚Šๆ–นใ‚’ๅญฆใถใ“ใจใงไบบ็”Ÿใซๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ๅฝฉใ‚ŠใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใใพใ™ใ€‚

ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚‚ใจใ‚‚ใจ้‡Ž้ณฅใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅฅฝใใงใ€ๆ•ฃๆญฉใฎใจใใซ้‡Ž้ณฅใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใฆ็จฎ้กžใ‚’่ชฟในใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใฏใ‚นใƒžใƒ›ใ‚ขใƒ—ใƒชใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆ่‡ชๅ‹•ใงๆ˜ ๅƒใƒป้ณดใๅฃฐใ‚’ๅˆ†ๆžใ—ใ€่ฆ‹ใŸ้ณฅใฎๅ“็จฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ไปŠใงใฏใ‚ซใƒกใƒฉใ‚’ๆŒใกๆญฉใใ€ใงใใ‚‹ใ ใ‘็ถบ้บ—ใซๆ’ฎใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๆ’ฎใฃใŸๅ†™็œŸใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œใ ๏ผใ€ใจๆบ€่ถณใงใใ‚‹ใƒฏใƒณใ‚ทใƒงใƒƒใƒˆใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸๆฐ—ๆŒใกใฏๆœ€้ซ˜ใงใ™ใ€‚ใชใฎใงใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใใฎใƒใƒฃใƒณใ‚นใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใใ“ใ‚‚ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„่ถฃๅ‘ณใฎใ„ใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฎใ“ใจใŒไธ€ๅ‘ณ้•ใ†ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ไปŠใฏๅŒใ˜้ขจๆ™ฏใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ไปฅๅ‰ใจใฏ่ฆ‹ๆ–นใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ๅ†™็œŸใงๆ’ฎใ‚Œใฐใฉใ†ใ‹ใชใจ่€ƒใˆใชใŒใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚่‡ช็„ถใฎๆ™ฏ่‰ฒใธใฎๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚‚ๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใงใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไธ€้ƒจใซใชใฃใŸใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ—ฅๅธธ็”Ÿๆดปใซๅฝฑ้Ÿฟใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚

ใงใ™ใŒๆ‡ธๅฟตใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚็‰นใซ็ตŒๆธˆ็š„ใชใ€‚ใ‚ซใƒกใƒฉ้–ขไฟ‚ๅ•†ๅ“ใฏๅฎ‰ใใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆไธๆ€่ญฐใจไธญๆฏ’ๆ€งใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œใ€้•ใ†ใƒฌใƒณใ‚บใงๆ’ฎใฃใŸใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ‹ใช๏ผŸใ€ใจใ‹ใ€Œๆœ€ๆ–ฐใฎใ‚ซใƒกใƒฉใชใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใฃใจ็ถบ้บ—ใซๆ’ฎใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„๏ผŸใ€ใชใฉใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใจใใŒไธๆ€่ญฐใจๅคšใใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎใ“ใจใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๆˆ‘ๆ…ขใ‚‚ๅคงไบ‹ใงใ™ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎๆญณใงใ“ใ‚“ใชใซๆ–ฐ้ฎฎใชๆฐ—ๆŒใกใซใชใ‚‹ใจใฏใƒ“ใƒƒใ‚ฏใƒชใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚40ไปฃใ‚‚ๅŠใฐใ‚’้ŽใŽใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šไบบ็”Ÿใพใ ใพใ ใ ใจ่‰ฏใใ‚ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚็š†ใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไบบ็”Ÿใฎๅฝฉใ‚Šใ‚’ๆœ€่ฟ‘่–„ใๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใชใ‚‰ใ€ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„่ถฃๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใฆใฟใพใ›ใ‚“ใ‹๏ผŸๆ„ๅค–ใชๅŠนๆžœใŒๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ใ‚ซใƒกใƒฉใ‚’้€šใ—ใฆๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ๅฝฉใ‚Šใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸๅƒ•ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€‚

Hooded Crane Pangs

The rare hooded crane once nested here in Yamaguchi Prefecture in the hundreds. Most now winter in southern Kyushu island, but a fewโ€”a bare handfulโ€”nest in the rural community of Yashiro, a part of Shunan city about 25 minutes’ drive north of here. The town has a dedicated observation center that overlooks some of the rice fields that they frequent, with a CCTV monitor aimed at another spot.

I went to the nesting grounds today to see if I could spot any. A sign on the observation center wall said there are currently four nesting in Yashiro, and the monitor showed two of them. There was a field scope set up for a more direct look, so I actually got to see two of the only four hooded cranes currently on the island of Honshu… But just barely. My 210mm lens could pick them out.

Two large birds with gray bodies, white heads, and red patches around the eyes, can be seen in a distant field.

Then I saw that the spot was close to a public road. So, I went closer.

I was eventually able to see them pretty well through my lens, but there were all these signs “No crane watching,” “Please take pictures from the observation center” and the like. The signs implied that taking pictures of the birds would frighten them or drive them away.

But… I was standing on a public road. There were cars driving byโ€”including an employee of the observation center who glared me as he rumbled by in his truck. There was a restaurant right there with a parking lot where, presumably, people opening and closing their car doors. It seemed like a relatively lively spot. And I was just walking along, probably a good 150 meters away.

I was conflicted. I wanted to watch them, but the officials didn’t want me to.

On the one hand, I get that they don’t want crowds of people filling the area, or anyone sneaking into fields and scaring the birds away and/or messing up the rice fields. It would be bad both for the birds and the local community. On the other, it’s not bird lovers or photographers who are destroying the habitat and driving the birds away on a daily basis. I get that they can’t exactly ask local farmers to scale back their livelihoods for the sake of birds, and birders are indeed just following a hobby.

Now, I’m not sure what to think about myself. I did something I was asked not to, because the reasoning behind the request seems misguided. But I’m not above the rules. Are they rules, though?

Photo Club Update – Hail the Conquering Newbie

Yesterday was my first photo club meeting as an official member (for background see this previous post) and it was a great one.

In addition to getting some great feedback on my own pictures, I’m learning critical eye skills by looking closely at lots of pictures other people have taken

One of the key points I took away this time was to be more aware of the “main character” of any picture and really commit to it. I guess I have a tendency to try to add lots of context in both writing and photography, which in the latter case leads to too much extraneous background.

Of course, this is all a matter of taste, which is always up for argument, but I can definitely see the teacher’s point.

For example, he liked the muted color, gloomy lighting, and overall subject of this starflower picture:

 Muted picture of a white, six-petaled flower. There are brown leaves and pine needles barely recognizable in the blurred background.

But said I should really have just tightened in on it, like this:

He’s right, of course.

At the same time, he liked and had good things to say about most of my pictures, and I even got the “best shot of the month” with this one I have posted before:

A piece of driftwood against a blurred background of dead pine needles and pinecones.
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Everyone loved it, and the teacher had no notes.

So, I’m off to a good start!

Never Too Old to Polish

As I get older, the more I find that simply learning things is perhaps my favorite hobby. Trying new things and getting better at them. Adding and polishing to the skills I use to interact with the world.

To that end, I’ve been trying to get better at photography. This is not a new thing, as anyone who remembers my aborted attempts to post photos here might know, but it is also not something I’ve felt was making any progress. But that might have been too critical.

I recently joined a local photography club. The first meeting was quite eye opening, because they run it essentially as a monthly photo contest. Members each print out ten or so of what they consider their best pictures. The teacher, a professional photographer with something like 50 years’ experience, goes through each one and makes comments on technique or recommendations for improvement where he sees fit, then chooses the best couple of each person’s shots.

Then, he decides one overall winner for the day and gives them a little prize.

In just over an hour and a half I got a good half-dozen new ideas to bring into my own photography. So worth it for 500 yen a month. For example, the teacher really emphasized what he called sei to do, or stillness and motion. This means trying to show movement, say, in a landscape photograph by slowing down the shutter speed and catching water blurring as it rushes past or the blur of weeds blowing in the breeze. It’s not a universal, of course, but one way to make a photograph stand apart.

And although I didn’t know to bring any printouts, I showed a few of my camera pics through my smartphone and got some excellent compliments.

This one, for example, he loved due to the depth of field and the overall ambience:

A piece of driftwood that looks something like a dragon's skull on a bed of dead pine needles.

I look forward to learning more, and maybe even taking home one of those monthly prizes!