These two broom,  perhaps stilled in mid-sweep from their own bewitched animation, camouflaged by dappled shade, lie on the path beside the Ota  River in Hiroshima. The  twig broom's no fuss technology  has endured millenia, like bread, perhaps because it works. While it would be far-fetched to call it elegant, it has its own endearing aesthetic, a sense of the wild wielding, of giving short shrift, sweeping leaves and litter off their feet.