Runs with counting stone Buddha.
| 1991. Shizuoka. Japan. |
Basset always wait for me.
| 1998. Fukushima. Japan. |
It snowed just a little, and stopped soon.
| 1998. Fukushima. Japan. |
Play with the winter.
A baggage is unnecessary for the trip with the Basset.
| 1998. Fukushima. Japan. |
Just now, a winter had crossed in my presence.
| 1998. Fukushima. Japan. |
Whole field muttered by the wind.
| 1998. Fukushima. Japan. |
| 1998. Fukushima. Japan. |
Light snow is a melancholy smile.
| 1998. Fukushima. Japan. |
| Ice shuts a mountain stream little by little. and what shuts my heart? |
| 1998. Fukushima. Japan. |
I can't hush murmur of the brook.
| 1998. Fukushima. Japan. |
Ramble about on the mountainside with the old friend winter.
| 1998. Fukushima. Japan. |
At teatime.
| 1998. Fukushima. Japan. |
The message of the season is engraved on the air.
| 1998. Niigata. Japan. |
As good nose as a trunk is long.
| 1998. Niigata. Japan. |
Sneeze.
| 1998. Niigata. Japan. |
Make my ears streaming, and hurry home.
| 1998. Niigata. Japan. |