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?

A Year of Photo Club – How It’s Going

The reflection of a Ferris wheel in the mirrored windows of an office building. The differently framed windows give the reflection a mosaic look.
f E rrI s wH eeL
A black and white portrait of an older man in a tanktop. He is flexing his muscles and smiling.
Bodybuilder
In the background, a clear picture of two women facing the other way. One is wearing a black t-shirt with the image of a backbone on it.
In the foreground is a somewhat blurred image of a muscular older man in a white tanktop, facing the other way.
Backbone
A grey heron flaps across the foreground against the backdrop of lush green foliage.
Heron
Everything is dark except a large fire burning high in the center. The silhouette of a person can just be made out in front of it.
Prayer

Setouchi Tsurezure #5 – First Photo Show

My fifth column for Setouchi was about my experiences with my first photo show, as part of my Hikari Shayukai club. The photos I showed all ended up with someone word-play/punnish types of names, which I know the editor likes. He chose to run one with two ducks appearing to kiss, which I call “ไปฒใŒใŒใ„ใ„ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ‚ซใƒข.” The name means “Good friends… Maybe” but the “Maybe” is a bit of a pun on the Japanese word for ducks.
You had to be there.


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2ๆœˆ16ๆ—ฅ๏ฝž20ๆ—ฅใซๅ† ๅฑฑ็ทๅˆๅ…ฌๅœ’ใงใ€ใฒใ‹ใ‚Šๅ†™ๅ‹ไผšใฎๅ†™็œŸๅฑ•ใซๅ‚ๅŠ ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใพใ ใพใ ๅˆๅฟƒ่€…ใชใฎใงไฝœๅ“ใ‚’ๅ‡บๅ“ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅคงๅค‰็ทŠๅผตใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚้žๅธธใซใ„ใ„็ตŒ้จ“ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใพใšใฏไป–ใฎไผšๅ“กใจๅฒกๆœฌๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใฎๅ‡บๅ“ไฝœใ‚’ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Š่ฆณๅฏŸใงใใŸใ“ใจใฏใจใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ๅ‹‰ๅผทใซใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใซใฏ็š†ใŒๅ„ชใ—ใ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใฆใใ ใ•ใ‚Šใ€็ดฐใ‹ใ„ๆŠ€่ก“ใ‚’ๆ•™ใˆใฆ้ ‚ใไบ‹ใŒใงใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅ…ทไฝ“็š„ใชใƒฌใƒƒใ‚นใƒณใŒใŸใใ•ใ‚“ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ๆœŸ้–“ไธญ5ๆ—ฅ้–“ใง1,000ไบบไปฅไธŠใŒ่จชใญใฆใใ ใ•ใ‚Šใ€ใใฎไธญใงใŸใใ•ใ‚“ใฎไบบใจๅ†™็œŸใฎ่ฉฑใ—ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ‚Šๆ„Ÿๆƒณใ‚’ไผใˆใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆๅ†™็œŸใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่€ƒใˆๆ–นใ‚’่ฆ‹็›ดใ™ใ“ใจใŒใงใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆไปŠๅ›žใฎไธ€็•ชๅคงใใ„ๅŽ็ฉซใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไฝœๅ“ใ‚’ๅˆฅใฎ่ง’ๅบฆใ‚„่ฆ–็ทšใง่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใงใใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงใ™ใ€‚ใใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใง่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ†™็œŸใŒใฉใ†่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใชใฉใ€Œๅฎข่ฆณ่ฆ–ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใ€ใ‚’้ซ˜ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใงใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ„ใพใ ใซๅ†™็œŸใ‚’ๆ’ฎใ‚‹้š›ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒ่ฆ‹ใŸ้ข็™ฝใ•ใ‚„ๆ„Ÿๅ‹•ใ‚’ไผใˆใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ๆฉŸไผšใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใŠใ‹ใ’ใงไธ€่ˆฌใฎๆ–นใฎๆ„่ฆ‹ใ‚’่žใใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใงใ‚‚ๆ’ฎใฃใŸๅ†™็œŸใ‚’ไป–ใฎไบบใฏใฉใ†่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚’ๆƒณๅƒใงใใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใพใ ใพใ ๅฎŒ็’งใซใฏ็จ‹้ ใ„ใงใ™ใŒใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใชใใ“ใฎๅ…ˆใฎ้“ใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆใใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚

ไปŠๅ›žใฎๅ‡บๅ“ไฝœใฏไธ‰ใคใงใ™ใ€‚ไธ€ใคใฏ็€ฌๆˆธๅ†…ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ ใ‚นใฎ่ชญ่€…ๆง˜ใŒไปฅๅ‰ใ”่ฆงใซใชใฃใŸใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹่™นใƒถๆตœใฎๆพๆž—ใงๆ’ฎใฃใŸๆตๆœจใฎๅ†™็œŸใ€Œ้พๆœจใ€ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ไบŒใค็›ฎใฏไบŒ็พฝใฎใƒŠใ‚ฌใ‚ชใ‚ซใƒขใฎใ€ŒไปฒใŒใ„ใ„ใƒปใƒปใƒปใ‚ซใƒขใ€ใใ—ใฆๆœ€ๅพŒใฏ่ฉๅธ‚ๅค–ใฎ้‡Ž็„ผใใฎๆง˜ๅญใ‚’ๅ†™ใ—ใŸใ€Œ็ง‹ใฎ้ฆ™ใ‚Šใ€ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆฅๅ ด่€…ใฎ็š†ใ•ใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎใ‚ณใƒกใƒณใƒˆใ‚’ใฟใ‚‹ใจใ€ŒไปฒใŒใ„ใ„ใƒปใƒปใƒปใ‚ซใƒขใ€ใŒๅœงๅ€’็š„ใซไบบๆฐ—ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใจไธ€็žฌใฎๅ‹•ใใŒๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๅ–ใ‚ŒใŸไบ‹ใŒ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใงใฏใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚

่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไธญใงใฏใ€Œ้พๆœจใ€ใŒไฝœๅ“ใจใ—ใฆ่‡ชไฟกใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใงใ€ใใฎๅทฎใงๆทฑใ่€ƒใˆใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๅ‹•็‰ฉใ‚„้‡Ž้ณฅใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’้€šใ—ใฆๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ™ใ“ใจใฏๅคงไบ‹ใ ใจๆฐ—ไป˜ใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไฝœๅ“ใ‚’ใ„ใใคใ‹่ฉๅธ‚ใฎไธ‹็€ฌไฟก้›„ๅ…ˆ็”ŸใซใŠ่ฆ‹ใ›ใ™ใ‚‹ๆฉŸไผšใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅ…ˆ็”ŸใŒๅ„ชใ—ใ่ค’ใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใงใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใ‚ซใƒขใฎๅ†™็œŸใ‚’ไธ€็•ชๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅ…ˆ็”Ÿๆ›ฐใใใ‚Œใฏๅ†™็œŸๅฎถใจใ—ใฆไธ€็•ชๅคงใใชๆ‚ฉใฟใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ€่งฃๆฑบๆ–นๆณ•ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใงๆŽขใ•ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚

ๅ…ˆ็”ŸใŒใจใฆใ‚‚้‡่ฆใช่ชฒ้กŒใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ€Œ่ชฐใ‚‚ๆ’ฎใฃใŸไบ‹ใŒใชใ„ๅ†™็œŸใ‚’ๆ’ฎใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒ้ ‘ๅผตใ‚‹ใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใจใŠใ‚‚ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚

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!