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A Walk with Instagram + Love

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It was six o’clock
in the evening.
I was in Shimoda
and DP was in Yokohama.

Just me and my iPhone
photo-walking
as the day’s light
waltzed
also barefoot through
the celestial spectrum.
Yellow. Golden. Blue.

At Ohama Beach
I chased the light
and the surfers
that ran for the water.

The first processed shot
hit my feed
like a stone.
A photo
from DP emerged
from Instagam ripples.
He too was photo-walking,
collecting Minato-Mirai
moments like butterflies
for his two best friends
from high school
who happen to share a birthday.
Every year,
on their day,
he takes photos
wherever we are
to celebrate them.
His Geography of Birthdays.

For forty Instagram minutes
our twin walks unfolded.
Me: A woman in a purple sweater walks her sand-coloured dog.
Him: A couple walks into a burst of sunset at Sakuragicho Station.
When DPs red heart
popped up below my blurry shot,
it was the truest like of all.

Then,
because all things change,
the light
faded
in his
shots,
in mine.

The end of the day
tugged at me
and said,
“It’s time to head back.”

Wait.
I want to hold onto the light
a little longer
and the feeling of walking
on the beach
with my love.

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** Damien Pitter curated this collection of photos from my Shimoda photography walk.

*** Registration is now open for the Geography of Now eCourse. 🙂

Six degrees of separation


On Sunday night, I had dinner with a really interesting friend who works in admissions at a (very cool) American college and was in Tokyo for a college fair. We ate at a Yokohama restaurant called Green where a lovely Scottish-Canadian (mostly Scottish) chef made my favourite meal – a goat cheese and arugula salad and gourmet macaroni and cheese that makes me weak in the knees. Then my admissions friend and I walked through Yokohama’s Chinatown which was lit up like a Christmas tree in spite of Japan’s current efforts to conserve energy. This woman invited us into her restaurant but, still glowing from our lovely dinner, we declined as politely as possible via tragic-comedic sign language that involved deep bows and sad faces all round. During this delicate negotiation, she agreed to have her photo taken.

There we stood, in the red neon excess of Chinatown, in Yokohama, Japan, a Canadian from Ottawa and an American from Boston who had met two years earlier at an international school in Bangkok. It seemed so perfectly normal that we would both pull out our cameras and take this woman’s photograph.

Really… if the world gets any smaller, we’re going to have to rent storage space on the moon.