Yamanashi. Kawaguchiko Lake
At dawn, bracing snow, wind and sub-zero temperatures, I row a little boat out to the frozen Kawaguchiko Lake, waiting to see the sunrise. However, I am greeted with a sea of fog, and even Mount Fuji has disappeared completely. Viewing it from another angle, by looking at the lake surface, which looks as intangible as a brush painting, and the small uninhabited island covered in snow, I can let go of all my thoughts, allowing all my pressure to disappear in this sea of white.
looking at the photos and reading articles. Each word and sentence conjures up images. An enthusiast of Japanese culture, I would like to leave a record of my own memories of the Heisei Era before the new one begins.