Dirty Laundry.

Screen Shot 2018-01-31 at 9.12.28 AM.png

As I am an American one of the first things that I noticed when I started exploring my urban environment was the aeration of clothing and linens.

As I am also a fan of airing things out, I didn’t think anything of it the first few times I saw it. The more I saw it, I noticed how intricate it could get. Fact: it is a standard that most new Japanese homes come with a clothing rack built into the house or yard.

Then, one day, my beautiful and intelligent wife to pointed out to me the size of most of the dwellings.The lightbulb went on over my head as soon as I was done doing the cultural mathematics.

To have something like a washer AND a dryer in Japan is a status symbol.

I Like to Ride My Bicycle.

Regardless of the transient nature of my family, I didn’t actively get into photography until we came to Japan.

I’m not proud of this because there have been plenty of opportunities to photograph in Florida that I missed out on. If you get past the idiocy of some of the state’s inhabitants, there’s no prettier a place that Florida during winter time.

img_8065-1.jpg

With regard to the photo, on this particular day, it was colder than a well digger’s ass and I was exploring a different part of my neighborhood via bicycle. Prior to the photo, I had made a left turn down a random street in order to get off of the beaten path and away from the traffic.

This left turn put me within a cluster of homes, tripping on all of the unconventional architecture. I also learned in this cluster, that Japanese architects seemingly don’t plan neighborhoods so much as place houses. You’d be hard pressed to find 5 consecutive miles of straight road.

While I was in this cluster, I felt a pair of eyes on me. It was a woman, in her yard, looking at me, clearly amused by my presence.

In retrospect, I can’t blame her.

My bicycle was black, my helmet, which makes my enormous head, comically large, was also black. My outfit was completed with a thick, black hoody, and black nut hugger sweatpants. My shoes were also black.

I looked like I was trying out for a reboot of Beverly Hills Ninja.

I knew how silly I looked, so I smiled and waved because there was nothing else for me to do. For the record, she smiled and waved back as well.