People in Heaven

One day I took a photo of clouds in the sunset. I reviewed it and got a nice idea.
I uploaded it onto my japanese blog and added the comment:

Heaven might be the place where people like icons of Window Live Messenger looks at us from above.

A friend of mine liked it. She even pointed out the one at the right hand is falling down on the cloud.

After a while I found another people on the cloud. And I got be sure it was really the heaven, because one of the Windows-Live-Messenger-Logo-like people had a wing.

Wish these people would protect us.

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From a Flower to Another

In the afternoon I met a small brown-winged insect and took its picture. It was so kind to let me take one, and soon flew away.

As I was in so a hurry, I thought It had been a moth. But indeed it was a butterfly. Later I found it was a species called Skipper.
Anyway I was attracted by its large gentle eyes. It’s like a lady dressed humble and behaving modest, which would make her look indeed graceful.

This encounter with a small butterfly reminded me of another species, which I love so much but this year I had had no chance to see. It’s also a tiny butterfly with brighter-colored wing: orange with black spots. Its body is covered with fine white hair.

It really look like a noble lady with an orange summer dress. I like its large dark eyes, too.

I like these tiny species more than larger ones.

Bon Appétit

It was rainy today. For many days we hadn’t seen so much rain, as to last for hours. So today’s rain in our town was blessing.

In the morning, I found through the window that a crow came to the roof of the house across the street.
I was much interested that he was carrying a round thing between his beaks. It must be a fruit with a hard shell.

A BS antenna stood on the roof. He hit the round object at the frame, using his beak very well.

He made the work for a few times and finally gulped the object. It was pity that I could not capture the scene in the camera, for he worked so quick.
But I could capture him just after he ate it. He looks to me somewhat contented, doesn’t he?

At last he jumped up to fly. Surprisingly he came towards my window, then made a quick turn and flew away.

You might wonder if he really looks toward us in the picture, because it was cloudy and he is dark all over. Yet you could see his beak by taking a closer look at him.

I like crows, because they are so wise that they show many interesting features, moreover they are so large that it’s easy to capture them. Only if they did not scatter garbage from trash cans on the street, they could be good friends to us.

Ladies in the Sky

August is ending. Though the sunshine is still so strong and the air is heated in the daytime, the climate is surely changing.

Especially the coulds in the sky. In the daytime they form large heaps, but aroud the sunset they turn into fine threads, which make various forms.

One day I looked up at the sky in the sunset, and found there a lady in pink, wearing a drese with light cloth:

The other day I found in the sky another lady dancing:

If you meet the ladies in the sky, you have to take their picture as soon as possible, or they will change their form soon.

Cicada Song

In the summer appears many cicadas.
They stay on the tree and sing loud. It’s surprising that cicadas really sing, making the sound resonant within their body. Their way of making sound is thus different from crickets, who do that by rubbing their wings.

It seems like, cicadas are not skilled in flying. They often hit themselves to the wall or such obstacles and fall down. I feel sorry for them, thinking of many structure of our civilization standing in their ways.

I often find them lying down on their back, as one below. It is not dead.

It might be fainted or just waiting for a chance to turn over, reserving its energy.

When I find one in this way, I put a finger close to its legs. So it holds my finger. Then I raise it up.

Then I swing my finger, so it flies away. In this way I make them fly again twice or three times a day.

One day I found a cicada lying down on my balcony, close to the flowerpots. I picked it up and place it on a little bush.

It slowly walked to the top of the bush (the photo was taken throuth a mesh window cell to avoid mosquitoes)

And it flew away.

This morning I heard a sound like something scraches on the concrete floor outside. I could catch the sound, because I had left my door a little open for ventilation. When I went there to confirm the sound, there was a visitor.

I thought it came to greet me. It would be sweet, if it were one of them I had rescued. I did not go so far to invite it in my room, I give him a greeting back. A few minutes later it was gone somewhere.

Wish cikadas enjoy their short life as much as they could.

Spurt

I had been occupied in writing the first draft of my book. Though I have some kind of duty of secrecy on it until it is really published, I could tell it is about (another) programming for beginners.
I have just sent my first draft to the editor, before his office opens again tomorrow, after a 4-day closing for the summer vacation.

Each time I write about the summer vacation in Japan, my heart aches, because it is only for 4 days in average. Assuming one spend a day for going, a day for coming back and a day for preparing for the work of the next day, he would have only a single day to enjoy his vacation completely.

As for me in summer? Oh, I enjoy my life every day. I’m happy when I have a job to write at home, and half an hour to go outside to take a picture of beauty around me, for example in early morning:

I’m glad I went through busy days and came back in the blog.

Gentle Eyes

I go for a walk around the sunset. After I take a lot of pictures of the colored sky, the setting sun and the rising moon, I start back home. The sun is already gone, leaving the dark sky.

There are few people on the street at that time, although it is crowded with houses and apartment buildings along the load. Children might be at the table for the supper, while it might be still earlier than workers to get home.

The street is moderately illuminated by the arrayed lamp posts.
Each lamp posts has a shape that the letter “r” and its symmetry to the vertical axis are combined at their axis…or like the letter γ…or like the letter Y a bit melt by the heat…or the zodiac symbol of Aries…or a sprout.It’s difficult to describe the shape of a thing only by words, no matter what the language may be.

Anyway a lamp is set on each branch of the post. The lamps are possibly mercury-vapor lamps, casting pale purple light.

Among those posts I have a favorite one, which I find really like a face, with two eyes of lamps. They seem to me very gentle eyes, watching over my steps in the night.

I call it “Uncle Lamp Post.” I’m going to see him today too.