Author: Monna McDiarmid

My blogs: http://monnamcdiarmid.com/

A Gratitude List

kids

For the faces
of Japanese children.

For freedom.

That my school day starts
at 8:30 a.m.

The chocolate wafer cookies
from Family Mart.

For gentle courtesy
and clear umbrellas,
school kids in bright yellow hats
and hard leather backpacks.

For blue skies after the typhoon
(the second in a week).

That people can change
if they want to.

For my work
and our small school.

Red shoes.
The films Amelie
and
Salmon Fishing in the Yemen.
Live Music.
My iPod.
My Beats.

Yokohama
in October.

Elizabeth Gilbert
Brene Brown
Sarah Selecky.

Rie Kono and her decadent balloons
at the Ikeda Museum of 20th Century Art.
Our painting of Margo.
Our art-gallery apartment.

Tap water I can drink,
Kirkland Cheddar from Cost Co,
Kalamata olives,
Maison Kayser bread
and pumpkin soup.

Gentle vacations in
Ito
and
Shimoda,
Japan.

Megan, Laurie, Mom and Dad
and the concentric rings
of family and friends
that grow outward.

The man with the orange backpack.

The ability to create.

Paris.
Jeans and black sweaters.
Instagram.
Oceans.
Laughter.
Anne of Green Gables.
The golden light in Italy.
Trees.
Stories.
Barcelona.
Japanese toilets.
Autumn.
Silk scarves.
Cafe latte.
The Internet.

Memory.

Life
itself.

*Canadian Thanksgiving was Monday 13 October, 2014 and we dined on Kentucky Fried Chicken, not turkey. Sometimes, when you live far away from your home, it is challenging to honour your traditions. But I am grateful for many things and this is list is a way to give thanks.

What’s on your list?

Typhoon Doppelgängers

light

The afternoon
that Typhoon 19
arrived in Yokohama
we’d been urged
by school admin
to go directly home
but there were
a few more
emails to send
and a student
with a last minute
application
crisis
and so it was
after five
when we left
the building.

Darkness fell
like a net
and the afternoon mist
re-committed
to its job as rain.
A colleague splashed
down the sidewalk
in pursuit of a taxi.

As we walked
through the park,
our clear
Family Mart
umbrellas
offered
unobstructed
views
of the other
umbrella people
as they scuttled
for the dry
safety
of the metro station
below.

At the intersection
near our apartment
a young couple
held hands
and
waited for green.
The man in a black coat
and the woman in cream
leaned into each other
under a canopy
of merged umbrellas.
Beyond them,
the wets streets glistened
in puddles of light.

In that moment
what I felt
to be true
was that
we were this pair,
DP and me.
We may not look
like this
on the outside

but

inside
that’s
how
it feels
to be us.

 

The Orange Backpack

orange

“When you talked earlier about after a few years how a couple would begin to hate each other by anticipating their reactions or getting tired of their mannerisms ~ I think it would be the opposite for me. I think I can really fall in love when I know everything about someone ~ the way he’s going to part his hair, which shirt he’s going to wear that day, knowing the exact story he’d tell in a given situation. I’m sure that’s when I know I’m really in love.”

~ Celine to Jesse, from the film Before Sunrise

 

play like you live

play
“Play like you live” ~ Performance advice from judge Harry Connick Jr to a contestant on American Idol.

I love to watch children play.

There is a graceful madness
in the creation
of new worlds.

Prairies of freedom.
Explosions of imagination.
Thrones of power.

What part of growing up
makes us forget
how to play?

Typhoon Train Story

train4

We planned to leave Ito
at noon on Sunday
but it rained
all night long
and the windows
shuddered in the wind.

We woke early
and caught
the local to Atami.
Across the aisle
sat a woman with a tight bun,
excellent posture
and a navy blue suit.
A Japanese doppelganger
of my Inner Editor.
{The one who whispers
nasty things
while I write.}

At Atami
we boarded
the green car
on the Tokyo train.
Reserved seats,
chocolate wafers,
my iPhone and
my moleskin.

At every stop
along this route
that hugs the sea,
people rushed
from the train

{umbrellas exploding}

scurrying
seeking shelter
from the advancing storm.

 

Photographing Japan

maps

“Everybody’s face tells you about the society they live in, and what they’re feeling inside. Faces are maps.” ~ Sue Ford.

People ask why
I photographs strangers:
train people,
school kids
and people on the street.

I don’t think of them as strangers.
These faces are Japan.

The Japanese live by a code of conduct
held in place by a spiders web of obligations.

i.
Whether saying hello or good-bye,
most greetings are a version of I’m sorry.

ii.
When moving into a new home
you buys gifts for your new neighbours.
The gift itself is unimportant.
Only the message matters:
“Hello. We’ll do our best to be quiet,
to respect you. To live harmoniously beside you.”

iii.
When asking someone to a gathering you realize
that even though they’ve said yes, they actually mean no,
you must begin the gentle cutting
of the invitation thread.

iv.
Regardless of how crazy or drunk another person is,
you do not comment or call attention to this behaviour.
You act as though this violation of the rules
is not happening. You look the other way.

We foreigners learn to observe these rules
but it’s not natural, not written in our DNA.
We lack centuries of this story shaping us.

When living here is hard work, my face shows it.

With the Japanese,
mostly their faces
are calm
like water
but sometimes the sorrow
or joy
gets through.
Ripples appear.

When I photograph them,
I photograph Japan.

Love, Yokohama: Matthew Sato

Love, Yokohama is my photographic love letter to the city we have called home for the past three years. The concept is a simple one. Each week I’ll ask a student, colleague or friend to meet me at their favourite place in Yokohama… and I’ll take their photograph. These visual love letters will be posted each Friday.

MATTHEW SATO
Photographed on Thursday, 18 September 2014
at Ōsanbashi Pier, Yokohama

matthew Standing Landmark

Matthew Medium Smile

Why Matthew chose Ōsanbashi Pier:
I chose Osanbashi, because it feels to me as a home. It’s a place were I can release my stress. The view is really enjoyable and beautiful.

Matthew Close up Ship

Matthew
percussion-drummer-boy
with the big smile
always keeps his promises.

Film-maker
sound-maker
off to Berklee College of Music,
the whole world
now his sound stage.

You can see more photographs of Matthew on my Instagram feed.