since I was 25
My mother, the one who sees me off saying “Have a nice day”
Rhythmically, the road I walk on in front of the station almost every day is captured on film.
Time in the train commuting back and forth from home to work and back to home.
Aiming at the person walking in front of you and releasing the shutter.
And after a while, when the films piled up, I developed them in the bathroom and hand printed my photos in my darkroom.
And it went on like that over and over and before I knew it, 10 years had passed.
Since I was 25, things that have not changed are mixed with things that changed.
Places that I usually frequented have become places I can’t go to no more, likewise some familiar people I can’t meet no more.
For someone, places that used to be unpleasant have become pleasant, and spending time together has become the norm.
Now looking at my old photos, they reminded me once again of the changes through time.
I believe that is the power of photography.
I have been photographing the same place (s) for over 10 years, and it has become a habit.
Even, just that quiet scene of emptiness where no one passes by, not only attracts me, but it reminds me that no two moments are the same.
Likely, that’s what makes some photographs so interesting.
Continue taking pictures of the days in front of me without change – I want.
During the next 10 years, what kind of photos will they come to be,
I wonder if the shutter – I will release in the same place.