Japan
Tokyo, Mt. Fuji, Kyoto, and Osaka each revealed a different version of Japan — one you can’t find anywhere else. It lives in the rush of passing trains, the hush of morning commutes, the glow of tiny storefronts, the smoke of charcoal-grilled yakitori, the stillness of temples, and lanterns swaying softly in the night. It lives in the culture too — in the unspoken rituals, the quiet kindness, the gentle, deliberate way people move through the world.
I lean into the softness of shadows, the warmth of midtones, the filmic hush of nostalgia. That’s the feeling I chase — images that feel lived-in and familiar, quietly emotional, like a memory you never had but somehow instantly know.













































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