This piece of vandalism surprised me. I really didn't expect to see this sort of thing in Tokyo. I don't think that there's much police harassment here. In fact, as far as I know, there isn't much of a police presence here, nor are there any tough neighbourhoods. I would equate the tough streets here to the tough streets of, say, Chicoutomi.
I don't quite know what this is, but it looks like the ghost of some unfortunate salary man (that's what they call business men here) who had a little too much to drink and took a walk into a rather fast moving train. It's the first piece of morbid art that I've come across here. What is this place coming to?
This guy was practicing his sax under the bridge, alongside the graffiti. He was pretty good, from what I could tell. I wanted to throw him a few coins or something and was just about to, when I realized that he wasn't a busker. That would have been quite the embarassing episode.
Yoyogi reminded me so much of home. Everything from the excessive amounts of the colour green to the fact that I could walk an entire block without touching anybody. It looks a little Centre Island, in Toronto.
These guys were practicing directly in front of the rooster. I was really interested in what they were doing and would have approached them if I had known what to say. I hung around for a bit, trying to act inconspicious by pretending to be fascinated by the rooster, but couldn't figure out what style it was they were doing.
My guess is that it was Tai Chi, mainly because they were going pretty slow. But then again, that could have been because the old, pencil-necked guy seemed like he was a beginner. I wanted to watch some more, but I think the rooster was getting annoyed with me.
Look, stalactites on a tree. I used to always get stalactites mixed up with stalagmites, until I read this by Scott Adams (Dilbert creator): Stalagmites might hang from the ceiling, but they don't.
A stump.
There are so many ravens in the country. If fiction is any indication of reality, then evil is amiss. We walked through this heavily wooded area and the trees were just filled with these things. I was scared that an evil carnivorous clown and a bony lady on a broomstick would come out of the sky and get me...and my little dog too.
I admit that this is a rather gruesome picture, but somehow, I like it. One of those circle of life type things, I guess.
This is my friend Adam, getting fresh with a cast iron statue of a woman. A married cast iron statue of a woman, at that.
Here's a shot after the cast iron guy kicked the living snot out of Adam. Now there's a happy couple.
Some one lives in this. Yoyogi is famous for its high concentration of homeless people.
In fact, there are entire villiages of these dwellings. Here's an interesting tidbit: Some salarymen with no families live here willingly, to save money. They go to work, get piss-drunk and leer at young school girls on the train - just like everyone else. Except, instead of going home to an apartment, they go home to a blue tarp.
In Harajuku again, Meji Shrine.
Nothing much to say about this except that it looks exactly the same as the other two times I've been here.
We had a full moon tonight, though you wouldn't know from these shots.
I liked these because they make me think of Edgar Alan Poe stories.