tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86519228544538917582024-03-16T12:13:07.524+11:00Show Me The TreasureShow Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comBlogger787125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-82891833574383265272024-02-14T07:50:00.007+11:002024-02-14T07:50:57.613+11:00All Aboard My Dear Valentines. No 17 in the Valentine Day Series <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aVr-MgjdO-_GAPMy4WrSYRXO1i0-_5buQ9DWZWnTHTPMXGsgYUvB5ztVk_qOd_CVAuQJqzeqOElvrhhjvAO58_hIXGRTi_Yh8mFtxsTH68A9PMijIBOA_EIiIzP4Ij_RtjImxQtiFbUvoJOJJmSfJ4qc1HLN9Z4WeAQf8RV3hbJzpH0CWKwcjSh5iRI/s3453/IMG_7536.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2590" data-original-width="3453" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aVr-MgjdO-_GAPMy4WrSYRXO1i0-_5buQ9DWZWnTHTPMXGsgYUvB5ztVk_qOd_CVAuQJqzeqOElvrhhjvAO58_hIXGRTi_Yh8mFtxsTH68A9PMijIBOA_EIiIzP4Ij_RtjImxQtiFbUvoJOJJmSfJ4qc1HLN9Z4WeAQf8RV3hbJzpH0CWKwcjSh5iRI/w640-h480/IMG_7536.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Yes Valentinos, it’s 14th of February again and this is now Number 17 in the Valentine Day Series, which is a bit scary. Or is it? <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-90012647192807864892024-01-14T08:31:00.001+11:002024-01-14T08:31:30.225+11:00Tail End - Lizard Days at Middle Head<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvYovGhtv76vkr2j7975z98wulpQgXExVw9WEu2a7e2WPnVnHXMgtZuj3O4djsbo0ePXgp4Z_aAUgFxDZaVDjj2t9XEA9T9VNN4pjYrP7ai8ZQj-4T-qqfIT4OfEdJutw0PrXiF-yPsFMlx4EArkHT0pvEAB0aDGDCYGq-GupNRWECvDu-_lqgyabPees/s4032/IMG_7287.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvYovGhtv76vkr2j7975z98wulpQgXExVw9WEu2a7e2WPnVnHXMgtZuj3O4djsbo0ePXgp4Z_aAUgFxDZaVDjj2t9XEA9T9VNN4pjYrP7ai8ZQj-4T-qqfIT4OfEdJutw0PrXiF-yPsFMlx4EArkHT0pvEAB0aDGDCYGq-GupNRWECvDu-_lqgyabPees/w480-h640/IMG_7287.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Is the ratio of lizard tail to lizard body an inverse to weight to length? This fine fellow with his red hue and poise, sports three ticks, but what that might for his well being is a mystery. Is it a question of tick-dose or tick-time? One hopes the ticks leave quick smart but why do I have empathy for the host but none for the tick? A squeamish question? <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-13367089265334907782023-12-20T08:02:00.002+11:002023-12-20T08:02:26.919+11:00Is that the Kagoshima Choo-Choo? Gas hop on <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikU8mltiJN6aWPXc-aTk1xXgkOjVgAJnghB_LZAm-K373vBjcFnYObd1ql4hDqxzzS3e59E3CY-wDZpdj9kEn1zrEP1uvkZp-JxmPNfXbalavjNqXg70ipvhLpInSl_SV6u3a9iBhrXXyLS9FJR7G6-RHwa97l2NeC7OqBq4CC8330A_ER7PZyap5i_H0/s2332/IMG_6946.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1875" data-original-width="2332" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikU8mltiJN6aWPXc-aTk1xXgkOjVgAJnghB_LZAm-K373vBjcFnYObd1ql4hDqxzzS3e59E3CY-wDZpdj9kEn1zrEP1uvkZp-JxmPNfXbalavjNqXg70ipvhLpInSl_SV6u3a9iBhrXXyLS9FJR7G6-RHwa97l2NeC7OqBq4CC8330A_ER7PZyap5i_H0/s320/IMG_6946.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Yes, that is the Kagoshima Shinkansen coming in, past Kagoshima’s very own puffing volcano.The painter is there at cross-maintenance purposes, and seems to be keeping up. If you buy a gashopon at the station, and really there is no why you shouldn’t, the train series will always deliver a train to to you on time. And yes, from Track Number 9. <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-73208639795826665922023-12-19T16:45:00.003+11:002023-12-19T16:45:54.041+11:00Bart Brassica’s Whittled Down Family Crest <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpqlXT5wn86wYrSgvcqozowZywdJhfATUW7wYJxbpK6Yr3Ty8AhJK6AR3IbIjvgV34exEK6JJsNmLjMJ2xtjPF8xV6ceO8b3CAGARYMI5GwLporqpokeUJio8yfCkBHwXI3_Yba4c3nZzOhavMfDjq_wig_pINOppGaR-1fWQSv3msYuVkN7JNDB3_evs/s3382/IMG_7171.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3382" data-original-width="2999" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpqlXT5wn86wYrSgvcqozowZywdJhfATUW7wYJxbpK6Yr3Ty8AhJK6AR3IbIjvgV34exEK6JJsNmLjMJ2xtjPF8xV6ceO8b3CAGARYMI5GwLporqpokeUJio8yfCkBHwXI3_Yba4c3nZzOhavMfDjq_wig_pINOppGaR-1fWQSv3msYuVkN7JNDB3_evs/w568-h640/IMG_7171.jpeg" width="568" /> </a></p><p>Bart Brassica has for some time now aspired to the notion of a Brassica Family Crest, ever since Granny Eggwhistle observed he looked Crest. Fallen. So in order to address this lack, and get back at Frank Winkler who said, or so it was reported via Mavis Eggwhistle, that Bart was whittle-less, Bart has taken up whittling in a big way, and so he now has in addition to an axe that is grindless, various wooden tools of the trade which he has tableau-ed ( Bart’s term for anything laid on a table ) this Brassica Whittled Down Family Crest. Next project will be the Brassica Family Tree. </p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-27973332617666403082023-11-15T17:28:00.002+11:002023-11-15T17:28:20.310+11:00A Palimpested Shopping List Shows off its Lighter Side <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjpfvL6NYGnD8ZePUMRWERVUMAWUh2B-M5QO7s_5SqF0YVeg1d2kdf7Fc0u8uoSfV37nrnQmLdzUbOnWsorf6pKFagkXsPJxElgZF16k7pfmu7-mFKgfsH1e92niBYt8X7Ctp3EPdLBq4PjS1t5U7k3dXY5qYAn0Ppl8oDBl3R5EbIlUyx3BQNFB5TO3E/s4032/IMG_6912.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjpfvL6NYGnD8ZePUMRWERVUMAWUh2B-M5QO7s_5SqF0YVeg1d2kdf7Fc0u8uoSfV37nrnQmLdzUbOnWsorf6pKFagkXsPJxElgZF16k7pfmu7-mFKgfsH1e92niBYt8X7Ctp3EPdLBq4PjS1t5U7k3dXY5qYAn0Ppl8oDBl3R5EbIlUyx3BQNFB5TO3E/w480-h640/IMG_6912.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> While any list is good, here even the un-list - that tracery of pen on cheap paper leaves a feint imprint but first prize in the Best On Page show is the shadow thrown down by the sky-light blind. Will any remnant of the image remain outside of this one? Apply to the page for further information. <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-75799917976256078042023-11-08T07:39:00.000+11:002023-11-08T07:39:13.733+11:00Hole-some Cover Ups : The Underfoot Foundry Art of Japanese Cities <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsIJBzEziv8f9YNpW3WLeIRRmB4PDGlCS52mWBQ6iSoG3R-TEDPeXLeS3uNQx6NdZT_bUdycBa1-e-oj5HiVxYphzS0lCOPthGGFWDirRZQLj-jtWn-9HhTW2Gz9TNroblWmKhe65LaDQ3bWhZlvx8edVO2eyeklZPaQgGiKh_pED55rqSSsGhjVwEWgk/s3163/IMG_6851.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3163" data-original-width="2852" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsIJBzEziv8f9YNpW3WLeIRRmB4PDGlCS52mWBQ6iSoG3R-TEDPeXLeS3uNQx6NdZT_bUdycBa1-e-oj5HiVxYphzS0lCOPthGGFWDirRZQLj-jtWn-9HhTW2Gz9TNroblWmKhe65LaDQ3bWhZlvx8edVO2eyeklZPaQgGiKh_pED55rqSSsGhjVwEWgk/w578-h640/IMG_6851.jpeg" width="578" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While looking around and up is what you mostly do on holidays, in Japan it is good to keep a weatther-eye out for each city’s emblematic manhole covers. Here is a set from Kyushu, Fukuoka’s take of cherry blossom, the lovely town of Imari’s what I surmise is Pawlonia leaf and flower, and at the bottom Kagoshima’s enigmatic graphic statement, on which I am still pondering. This post is one in a series - and as readers might have noticed, I love things in sets. More to come. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgst2J9mqjgjXNu4ctzIpp4NjAMZVWY238h7OmOFh6M6NGjR5uaJhJYiOLERbW8E8CiW88QWTClc8ZDIWd_tE-GhuEhKMC-8Rm6cATD0sRPhBvr0EWQy7TWqxVwVattmNLxOTDHIZHPdO-sN96aD1byjgK2svZGKr7XwfXzMpaxxB2jMqhqajfT9usWKdA/s4032/IMG_6695.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgst2J9mqjgjXNu4ctzIpp4NjAMZVWY238h7OmOFh6M6NGjR5uaJhJYiOLERbW8E8CiW88QWTClc8ZDIWd_tE-GhuEhKMC-8Rm6cATD0sRPhBvr0EWQy7TWqxVwVattmNLxOTDHIZHPdO-sN96aD1byjgK2svZGKr7XwfXzMpaxxB2jMqhqajfT9usWKdA/w480-h640/IMG_6695.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLoPQSPvMpXrDZcZ_qHTX3mYVSVWaIQiQnk8l9-Z67IOZbVWH7JMI43X_lWhEdnMW8pXYp2dtRy1MKtlsb7ApH0j8VRsGJyv2HJdylM1P7qPV1KaSc7K4yyE6DLnpoy4oSLDRWFq0ZYLnHHkkP2ObCws5qBxQs91O404XkDI8C_55IikB5B9KZkhlcn5U/s4032/IMG_6696.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLoPQSPvMpXrDZcZ_qHTX3mYVSVWaIQiQnk8l9-Z67IOZbVWH7JMI43X_lWhEdnMW8pXYp2dtRy1MKtlsb7ApH0j8VRsGJyv2HJdylM1P7qPV1KaSc7K4yyE6DLnpoy4oSLDRWFq0ZYLnHHkkP2ObCws5qBxQs91O404XkDI8C_55IikB5B9KZkhlcn5U/w480-h640/IMG_6696.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div><p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-53408759167996482522023-11-06T15:21:00.000+11:002023-11-06T15:21:06.342+11:00Whiter Shades and Vintage Linen <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexJehePDnmR8Y9ueBS8L0qUjhKYj2lrv4qx1sVYGDOiv2bESeO-KThSvfkPr4ElnlT0D8EmszmcJGwqnpFy21bvyT2YSIW1Zhdwlr_QBh3LtBpFzxI9BUGDe_FkwTlUGE1vOOH1DAw5aKXbWxskYcfUVpqfs1dhAJ-4no43GeBHGHkQ-CCoDkJ_7kQNA/s4032/IMG_6977.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexJehePDnmR8Y9ueBS8L0qUjhKYj2lrv4qx1sVYGDOiv2bESeO-KThSvfkPr4ElnlT0D8EmszmcJGwqnpFy21bvyT2YSIW1Zhdwlr_QBh3LtBpFzxI9BUGDe_FkwTlUGE1vOOH1DAw5aKXbWxskYcfUVpqfs1dhAJ-4no43GeBHGHkQ-CCoDkJ_7kQNA/w480-h640/IMG_6977.jpeg" width="480" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Getting into bed with fresh white sheets, pressed pillow cases, a cream wool blanket with a satin edge, under an vintage embroidered French ecru linen sheet, which was old but unused, still with the blue stencil outline visible between the neat stitching, a nuptial gift from an aunt the best part of four decades ago, I seem to have won a lottery of circumstance, to sleep and wake inside these. </span></div> <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-6620445366969908042023-10-30T07:27:00.002+11:002023-10-30T07:27:37.553+11:00Two Dragons walk into a Bar <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlEkqt6zxWd0Aca5iJUJmkm-naB2hArqLJYEw829jovGDWXqzd3ZDSGtjC_6puwr5IE2AYR2fn45b6yds34TSdnhL0JX1GyyYWwqHs_XzfobwSDqxl5TE4ILn7WlngwDUjs8ZgDGqQTVqfBuAs0KnyrCVUOgIxRBITcKc0jr2giMxDS58gEQgTqTCago/s3390/IMG_6962.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3390" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlEkqt6zxWd0Aca5iJUJmkm-naB2hArqLJYEw829jovGDWXqzd3ZDSGtjC_6puwr5IE2AYR2fn45b6yds34TSdnhL0JX1GyyYWwqHs_XzfobwSDqxl5TE4ILn7WlngwDUjs8ZgDGqQTVqfBuAs0KnyrCVUOgIxRBITcKc0jr2giMxDS58gEQgTqTCago/w570-h640/IMG_6962.jpeg" width="570" /></a></div><br /> No, just joking, but it’s a two for one dragon fly event, the shadow dragon showing its best angle on the the yellow railing. Nothing bar the sun can do this. <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-87508733089610957502023-10-18T14:51:00.001+11:002023-10-30T07:29:10.071+11:00In a Flat Spin, Top Speed Origami<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkEaKhuBzj1m7z49XQkPekD70juPJU0g_nQdLVrDw4E7JbXI9Gnh1P3F5Nd4e6DnFK3FAmWlJH0sL7KLe0BI4gjzAHBUdOfZ7h6momhEEOENzQWj4utqA6qGAXqmPbgmRSaW1QaUAn6EcmN52QJkbLPbOFsXVhuCxC8Baw0ZVfMxilEPCyBWKyxWPNK4M/s3121/IMG_6886.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2708" data-original-width="3121" height="557" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkEaKhuBzj1m7z49XQkPekD70juPJU0g_nQdLVrDw4E7JbXI9Gnh1P3F5Nd4e6DnFK3FAmWlJH0sL7KLe0BI4gjzAHBUdOfZ7h6momhEEOENzQWj4utqA6qGAXqmPbgmRSaW1QaUAn6EcmN52QJkbLPbOFsXVhuCxC8Baw0ZVfMxilEPCyBWKyxWPNK4M/w640-h557/IMG_6886.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> If you happen to be in Kagoshima, on the island of Kyushu, in Japan on the overhead walkway to the Aquarium, you might be lucky like I was if you stop by a handicraft shop run by seniors, and even if their very good aprons don’t fit you, they didn’t fit me being made for and by lovely diminutive women, they will make a fuss about you as if you were Quite Something, if you ask after their health in Japanese - O-genki desu ka - will do the trick - and give you one, or two if there are two of you, of these excellent origami spinning tops, that turn into a blur of colour, which may be a metaphor for the passage of time, or just a nice use of centrifugal force. <p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4G-kV1SeWtR2tFdaQI9c5V56iqfcjqHCwmd-aD32SJLjZYe1hoaYz2aFH621tpW3VbNcjifd-TQmZnj4i8l6n6wzOoDj50B70tfE0_9nkUntbA5lDn3Bws76lxcite-NwA6F_jAPk63w6qWrtArVlT2q7LZPTF_TwkawammSw_pAXcYdP9YLquqCyplI/s2901/IMG_6885.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2288" data-original-width="2901" height="504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4G-kV1SeWtR2tFdaQI9c5V56iqfcjqHCwmd-aD32SJLjZYe1hoaYz2aFH621tpW3VbNcjifd-TQmZnj4i8l6n6wzOoDj50B70tfE0_9nkUntbA5lDn3Bws76lxcite-NwA6F_jAPk63w6qWrtArVlT2q7LZPTF_TwkawammSw_pAXcYdP9YLquqCyplI/w640-h504/IMG_6885.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-86070173183074725402023-10-10T22:53:00.000+11:002023-10-10T22:53:06.962+11:00Rice Miles, or Wry Smiles - The train from Imari to Fukuoka <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QBf3NgaG7sLk_UudPK40uvq9GiwyxVPVCzXMLE5VByM_MDuUlTlUOCA_14mU2IXwcqGMOXrQ7nCz3EA0BlEaEhx9Q1b-mI0tMPBjx86Y0T3BIEt0TdR0XDxJytumwMRRmpJL-A90hC7lJqHJgIX2pAzmWvS-hBKR9UpsIhUrkC67laDFXSyD8cp1Kfo/s4032/IMG_6677.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QBf3NgaG7sLk_UudPK40uvq9GiwyxVPVCzXMLE5VByM_MDuUlTlUOCA_14mU2IXwcqGMOXrQ7nCz3EA0BlEaEhx9Q1b-mI0tMPBjx86Y0T3BIEt0TdR0XDxJytumwMRRmpJL-A90hC7lJqHJgIX2pAzmWvS-hBKR9UpsIhUrkC67laDFXSyD8cp1Kfo/w480-h640/IMG_6677.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div>To get from the wonderful pottery town of Imari in Saga prefecture Kyushu, where lovely pots and porcelain have been despatched to far flung ports in Europe since before the Meiji Restoration, take the slow chuffing DC 125 One Man Diesel Car - complete with anime figures - past the rice crops of Ochichosari to Karatsu, taking in forests and the local bucolic glory, before you change to Kyushu’s Chikuhi train line runs betweeen Karatsu and Fukuoka - this train line runs at a Kodachrome pace along the sea front, it is slow enough to to see waves break and sigh over the sea vista, before you are engulfed into the suburban density of Fukuoka. Smile, a train trip that delivers both rice miles and wry smiles, <div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJ4t7l9GuM0Iuxg7Kxp1BTUjl2wHdVqmdfaNiApQh6UADsIjcz3e1FBAFxlrcc-8ovkz_BZX85qfP8Ld4cyYUw9ezh7V-0sQOXz90VxuKXTKhFdGhgUU398xp65Q9C49Re7goxXghD2k-fqxvrTAAL_ldeMBJ7IcUH421Owu7VmWS9qii6I1T5_UssM8/s4032/IMG_6674.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJ4t7l9GuM0Iuxg7Kxp1BTUjl2wHdVqmdfaNiApQh6UADsIjcz3e1FBAFxlrcc-8ovkz_BZX85qfP8Ld4cyYUw9ezh7V-0sQOXz90VxuKXTKhFdGhgUU398xp65Q9C49Re7goxXghD2k-fqxvrTAAL_ldeMBJ7IcUH421Owu7VmWS9qii6I1T5_UssM8/w640-h480/IMG_6674.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Fuh7KBpCaUl5hRrNpgd1GLNIRfVTQ_RCAIEQnLIhU0-HeC-rsu77qgekFfK2fAqThPg-9ZCEYoufBg2fT0GUU-l4hj7YVEq_dEIi0h0RKyq7-RhLrDvYCCdRVYza1MfTOQ9K4zMLCPHZdUpmIeNZllRZw6GhVMHfPsUZtu53H9CPY4I_i9uQBUYWl7Y/s4032/IMG_6680.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Fuh7KBpCaUl5hRrNpgd1GLNIRfVTQ_RCAIEQnLIhU0-HeC-rsu77qgekFfK2fAqThPg-9ZCEYoufBg2fT0GUU-l4hj7YVEq_dEIi0h0RKyq7-RhLrDvYCCdRVYza1MfTOQ9K4zMLCPHZdUpmIeNZllRZw6GhVMHfPsUZtu53H9CPY4I_i9uQBUYWl7Y/w480-h640/IMG_6680.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4Jb7jWM6da0WSXVxKzpRgrq7cyDNyd_cSd0HdONik1uBIycipcrfpTP7IRerMcvwWkmawggbmvZnd8kBehA0h1Qh72nPxrOKZkewUmJLn3SXy0g2DdqXlIDoGsSC827Pebr_TCS3ZcsrAOn2QU5Xc91XW3HDvj6tSG11d3KAD34f9VyCoS00yPU1t80/s4032/IMG_6681.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4Jb7jWM6da0WSXVxKzpRgrq7cyDNyd_cSd0HdONik1uBIycipcrfpTP7IRerMcvwWkmawggbmvZnd8kBehA0h1Qh72nPxrOKZkewUmJLn3SXy0g2DdqXlIDoGsSC827Pebr_TCS3ZcsrAOn2QU5Xc91XW3HDvj6tSG11d3KAD34f9VyCoS00yPU1t80/w640-h480/IMG_6681.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><p></p><p> </p></div></div>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-23751504367524777612023-10-03T22:14:00.005+11:002023-10-30T07:29:39.622+11:00In the Shadow Forest - Kiso Road Stories <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6HGKKRJvvVvco1kV2lM2FnzEh9JA3LJb-VJ2VO5_WZTJ-kLcLltufOM0HXKJ2BQ07K_sxHDrFr7uBgksnYA-aotI_CZNRLPoUo5wVHfyuG1BlizoFRZPtcoofv8q3WJ2kdzaaFaKKNTv3v9dIIi35fa46e5_BF6npNx39tSwAo38MVxkLP8W21nBIUI/s3022/IMG_6231.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2977" data-original-width="3022" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6HGKKRJvvVvco1kV2lM2FnzEh9JA3LJb-VJ2VO5_WZTJ-kLcLltufOM0HXKJ2BQ07K_sxHDrFr7uBgksnYA-aotI_CZNRLPoUo5wVHfyuG1BlizoFRZPtcoofv8q3WJ2kdzaaFaKKNTv3v9dIIi35fa46e5_BF6npNx39tSwAo38MVxkLP8W21nBIUI/w640-h630/IMG_6231.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p>On the Kiso Road, along Nakasendo Way, at the top of the pass at Yubuhara, this group of deities stay shadow quiet but, like a moment of knowing, seem effortlessly, elusively elegiac. Of course one is not to know that this quiet group will always be waiting for you, and as the walk up through the forest being its own reward, this is that perfect thing, unanticipated beauty. <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-33607021256815245742023-10-01T22:33:00.001+11:002023-10-30T07:30:21.523+11:00One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_9ZpxlUF0Fje8ht9SQH1TwE5ut9HWFGRQApk5IxtiStjxdZ-Hp2JWprO8Z7oiYW-7WubwgVPrC-VG_zAozvdBQVnch2Xi_FDhNzPBKr3IW4RwhyphenhyphenLiBIumiRMAOxdhdS6PBv_u9S9vXxSrJU03vvZ911sUDoVjqYrXho1f5mGeBAv_akvzVDT2-ujY3I/s4032/IMG_6428.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_9ZpxlUF0Fje8ht9SQH1TwE5ut9HWFGRQApk5IxtiStjxdZ-Hp2JWprO8Z7oiYW-7WubwgVPrC-VG_zAozvdBQVnch2Xi_FDhNzPBKr3IW4RwhyphenhyphenLiBIumiRMAOxdhdS6PBv_u9S9vXxSrJU03vvZ911sUDoVjqYrXho1f5mGeBAv_akvzVDT2-ujY3I/w480-h640/IMG_6428.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> Food markets are the hero of any locale, and while Makishi Public Market is small and the ground floor seems to be just seafood and pickles, the fish include the requisite Suess-ian colour scheme of Red Fish Blue Fish - and if you’re wondering about that glaucous eye on the lower right, and think it is quite toad-ish I am totally with you. Puff Puff. In case you might want to know, my very poor reading of hiragana translates the red fish as aka -ho ( here i guess) - chi, and the blue fish as Irabucho, though here I might be quite off-piste. As someone with truly dreadful handwriting I feel I have no purchase on complaint, and so can only commend this Fishmonger’s good characters. <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-13983865492862204432023-09-30T08:32:00.000+10:002023-09-30T08:32:03.633+10:00Fell Fall and Fen at Shiraito no Taki - White Thread Waterfall in Karuizawa <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyhmhZRB4_Pt_6_fsHnVXH-5lM4q5Yhi_5gA7Bx4x3bpqq_j1TSpxia8uaaWz2XPpKRqtAPMaN35AOovIhzbP7YacArFUQUir03XqC_JyzCbOgEs1cK00iJHedHmEMAlSyucHc_b9l-ruPNTrTWdNP_JHHIDd5zUkAgVwwafA1OzeauPP1Oy99qQ73q_0/s4032/IMG_6357.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyhmhZRB4_Pt_6_fsHnVXH-5lM4q5Yhi_5gA7Bx4x3bpqq_j1TSpxia8uaaWz2XPpKRqtAPMaN35AOovIhzbP7YacArFUQUir03XqC_JyzCbOgEs1cK00iJHedHmEMAlSyucHc_b9l-ruPNTrTWdNP_JHHIDd5zUkAgVwwafA1OzeauPP1Oy99qQ73q_0/w640-h480/IMG_6357.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Waves, waterfalls and fountains, all types of white water, are the perfect counterpoint to green scenery, an anodyne for the eyes, a breath of fen air, and this Shiraito Falls, is an exemplar of its kind, with its long arc of continuity, its water has spent six years seeping from the rain fall on Mount Asama, slightly warmed by the geothermal heat of the mountain to form the springhead of the Yukawa River. And yes, each strand is a white thread working, stitching the world together. <p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWU76kh6oAPyItTn5K1ihLvsu-i3xhZXOl3VDMat7-fTbBxe1oIVC_LqisN19R4J3sg8aiuFOMdP3idGleV8R9ivbvdvTXx6XMTUKhiSRZPsoehylaAyG7_rkVL1mnEhE6Xbw6xJs7i5_5rsX_xOV3SxW7bkLyz4Ihxvi4GyBCBGrlamI003Or3aqETE/s4032/IMG_6353.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWU76kh6oAPyItTn5K1ihLvsu-i3xhZXOl3VDMat7-fTbBxe1oIVC_LqisN19R4J3sg8aiuFOMdP3idGleV8R9ivbvdvTXx6XMTUKhiSRZPsoehylaAyG7_rkVL1mnEhE6Xbw6xJs7i5_5rsX_xOV3SxW7bkLyz4Ihxvi4GyBCBGrlamI003Or3aqETE/w480-h640/IMG_6353.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-2756643424708227792023-09-29T21:43:00.000+10:002023-09-29T21:43:16.608+10:00Kodachrome Dusk does its Thing Okinawa Style<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwV6BNV0LhZRYaTsCL1nBNAODy0T3AQiYpe61fR415zcPb4wD2ZtpnV-JwZ99tz5O52n591SyU3vxicWWDwB01ufRNnkLPyt4R-eq5Q9cx7g4wvSZp2KOrf-0lMfWqBn73cAPhQ9SaHxmoWODtq2qcS5IJQ7QMJR6A6Ftz3YbWIMXkUAoPY7BW8roTbWQ/s4032/IMG_6391.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwV6BNV0LhZRYaTsCL1nBNAODy0T3AQiYpe61fR415zcPb4wD2ZtpnV-JwZ99tz5O52n591SyU3vxicWWDwB01ufRNnkLPyt4R-eq5Q9cx7g4wvSZp2KOrf-0lMfWqBn73cAPhQ9SaHxmoWODtq2qcS5IJQ7QMJR6A6Ftz3YbWIMXkUAoPY7BW8roTbWQ/w480-h640/IMG_6391.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> Here a pixel fine slice of an Iphone photo delivers the non-contemporary - perhaps it is the salt air, the storm rolling in from east, or a wave of ‘70’s nostalgia that has rendered this image of Nashiro Beach on the south west side of Okinawa so very Kodachrome, or it might be that land remembers everything. <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-61084523459117703212023-09-29T15:25:00.002+10:002023-09-29T15:25:38.274+10:00Gingham Style ! Black and White Dog Couture<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQDPCCAyxszPx16-GA8CMkopCcl7eP10-JiVOjvj3zRj2nT0pFGjor9ZfxFR7izScKhlegrOr1bIbKRuzS6llhSsPTXZSG2ZqNlJsAmYS387_-8VYSMdsQ9nSLwWD5JF8VmvCV1iSrqxgYjYBKF7xYr4vY39QITnl6INmmHr7sBSbbDUzxAd93qqqxBD8/s2915/IMG_6317.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2915" data-original-width="2084" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQDPCCAyxszPx16-GA8CMkopCcl7eP10-JiVOjvj3zRj2nT0pFGjor9ZfxFR7izScKhlegrOr1bIbKRuzS6llhSsPTXZSG2ZqNlJsAmYS387_-8VYSMdsQ9nSLwWD5JF8VmvCV1iSrqxgYjYBKF7xYr4vY39QITnl6INmmHr7sBSbbDUzxAd93qqqxBD8/w458-h640/IMG_6317.jpeg" width="458" /></a></div><br /> It’s not Gangnam Style but Gingham Style for this checker be-decked Poochie who is being taken for a ride in uptown Karuizawa. So many questions , but there is no shadow of a doubt that this is not a a black and white case. <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-82215828580294655282023-09-29T15:16:00.005+10:002023-10-30T07:31:30.467+11:00Is This the Line for the Chattanooga Choo-Choo -Bart’s Busman’s Holiday<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirtVmyLIdB9whH8ROwHSKOARqdeX63Si65ky-v6uqucep5DGWjKwv8zJFYCUkL2HCCSA3MpUZCTMy7-QLkd5J_BwCUqTLbcbmYPLRx6HAfR_FaU_eFBYlYBZJPr9PK4nZ9OWFVM62PKuB40jCvxZJcKwn4JUlY0q7kwhkXfpGKcMw3Z8DpJf7E6zLwevI/s3217/IMG_6167.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3217" data-original-width="2940" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirtVmyLIdB9whH8ROwHSKOARqdeX63Si65ky-v6uqucep5DGWjKwv8zJFYCUkL2HCCSA3MpUZCTMy7-QLkd5J_BwCUqTLbcbmYPLRx6HAfR_FaU_eFBYlYBZJPr9PK4nZ9OWFVM62PKuB40jCvxZJcKwn4JUlY0q7kwhkXfpGKcMw3Z8DpJf7E6zLwevI/w365-h400/IMG_6167.jpeg" width="365" /></a></div><br /> Bart Brassica is, it seems, on holidays, and while he has gone singularly Dutch and Dining Out (<a href="http://showmethetreasure.blogspot.com/2023/09/stand-up-stood-up-bart-dines-out.html" target="_blank">Stand Up Stood UP </a>) and as been spotted at a diner, how does he get around? Here the mystery not so much thickens as coagulates, those with keen eyes will see he is a Oberndorf, a previously undiscovered railway station in Hunterdon County, and at least two of the locals seem to have have taken Grey Zombie potion, while Bart looks at perky as he ever will. This will take some pondering.<p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-30842181135364641712023-09-16T19:40:00.002+10:002023-09-16T19:40:26.955+10:00The Stone Water Basin and the Bamboo Dipper at Rest<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_cFJDa3Y2LiqiW6OFBxmxkKBTK55L-ieFXHZ34KU7fyAXx51rORYJq0R4KDTnGddgO7GejWTO9P_nWYfCCVpN6ksrYr7qk4ZWuor56lnSPyragBzyOr7r671ZHJXq6JE_b-oizR--ZPxjTMVcO7e2pr3DJobo_7w0QV5V0W_qB2HnUlzBHva41CNWiA/s3750/IMG_5812.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3750" data-original-width="3023" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_cFJDa3Y2LiqiW6OFBxmxkKBTK55L-ieFXHZ34KU7fyAXx51rORYJq0R4KDTnGddgO7GejWTO9P_nWYfCCVpN6ksrYr7qk4ZWuor56lnSPyragBzyOr7r671ZHJXq6JE_b-oizR--ZPxjTMVcO7e2pr3DJobo_7w0QV5V0W_qB2HnUlzBHva41CNWiA/w516-h640/IMG_5812.jpeg" width="516" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Inside the New Otani Hotel in Tokyo there is an incredible 400 year old Japanese garden, among all sorts of lovely things is this stone basin, with its bamboo dipper to make an offer of water to to the stone deity standing alongside. But what to make of the narrow shelf of bamboo? Is it a resting place for the bamboo dipper? A metaphoric half way point? An aesthetic division of the basin’s circle ? In any case something to ponder. And it would be a pity not to show more of the garden, so as they say, see below.<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1TeadE9VK_lgn2VBsy5Y1xK6uq7Gm5SJnGPjhese9sYTJ42jh7e8YfdvmZKZpDYokr-GmxHoFHTWk1M2gyLeHsD_nXMk0JUE1kNxHFYglQWnV2WkwinUvOVKNpz79-RaAXkX_QvQnNwWAmAk0WoWoOKhPtCKbc-2ZBRM7ttGw0-mw0Oq5OPPDwcudZT8/s4032/IMG_5822.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1TeadE9VK_lgn2VBsy5Y1xK6uq7Gm5SJnGPjhese9sYTJ42jh7e8YfdvmZKZpDYokr-GmxHoFHTWk1M2gyLeHsD_nXMk0JUE1kNxHFYglQWnV2WkwinUvOVKNpz79-RaAXkX_QvQnNwWAmAk0WoWoOKhPtCKbc-2ZBRM7ttGw0-mw0Oq5OPPDwcudZT8/w480-h640/IMG_5822.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR_D31B02yQQ28fIljyeH-B3NZSwc5_4rkg5PP6YKaBtRtz96gURESSoifeoOO2WrPiSK09J8I3KGd7IWEO7PvzhE8RiPn0TEfJHliMLvGqNudQ3I3GwUGFY0Wje8K-6bZJ2Lk6IbElu06ESn5YpN2ymCx9Lh3vNbuaAyXGKQJZcR-qJZ5ZhNsB7z-GzY/s4032/IMG_5820.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR_D31B02yQQ28fIljyeH-B3NZSwc5_4rkg5PP6YKaBtRtz96gURESSoifeoOO2WrPiSK09J8I3KGd7IWEO7PvzhE8RiPn0TEfJHliMLvGqNudQ3I3GwUGFY0Wje8K-6bZJ2Lk6IbElu06ESn5YpN2ymCx9Lh3vNbuaAyXGKQJZcR-qJZ5ZhNsB7z-GzY/w480-h640/IMG_5820.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNQaGJX7YrqgmHwUFCKNscbnGoYwit3aqAWJosQ1w0bgvocu0UPThLpEoSnKbzLxPON6bxOqQGKecBdzuAKJsnUgzN-vMjKfwxS1JBNbcK7vePBuKHOFIgy6Y_ZJ9FuTrTiwUMMi1vdJ0k5UJQ-8vOcA6iztB3-Zl-rY1oUnhp1T_I3xNe8jg0oQL3jbU/s4032/IMG_5811.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNQaGJX7YrqgmHwUFCKNscbnGoYwit3aqAWJosQ1w0bgvocu0UPThLpEoSnKbzLxPON6bxOqQGKecBdzuAKJsnUgzN-vMjKfwxS1JBNbcK7vePBuKHOFIgy6Y_ZJ9FuTrTiwUMMi1vdJ0k5UJQ-8vOcA6iztB3-Zl-rY1oUnhp1T_I3xNe8jg0oQL3jbU/w480-h640/IMG_5811.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /> </p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-69522812793844920242023-09-15T17:40:00.002+10:002023-09-15T17:40:48.146+10:00Next Level - Roof Top Gardens in Tokyo <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVlhrrNvdg2mdepeivrCuyxVvMfv-y3KpBuBdlbWT9be_NFYq5_ys9bHw6mmsPri3pMe66CHBaO0OFNWdmktTCT3a8-B2rE80ECqWk-vh4fWhwUnzPVNT-3GQvfdLphgmT6z8YLSHvOG2--dj2cNgnJr2ipVhHfX2IZ8ZjKI18L3SPJqMgr5QC8nJtUY4/s3833/IMG_5800.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3019" data-original-width="3833" height="504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVlhrrNvdg2mdepeivrCuyxVvMfv-y3KpBuBdlbWT9be_NFYq5_ys9bHw6mmsPri3pMe66CHBaO0OFNWdmktTCT3a8-B2rE80ECqWk-vh4fWhwUnzPVNT-3GQvfdLphgmT6z8YLSHvOG2--dj2cNgnJr2ipVhHfX2IZ8ZjKI18L3SPJqMgr5QC8nJtUY4/w640-h504/IMG_5800.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> Yes, here we have levelled up with Ginza’s famous Seiko Clock, having found Mitsukoshi Department Store’s level nine roof top garden. An elevated oasis for sparrows and people looking for a breath of green space, and when the Seiko Clock chimes Big Ben’s theme bing bongs, well you get a little bit - sukoshi!- of London thrown in for next level effect. <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-60134466394531473202023-09-13T07:50:00.001+10:002023-09-13T07:50:55.589+10:00Winning Ways - Twin Stars Sparks <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCODBPaslMnzJOwxExIsCV602N8muOooOuGmMI4NrpJcpsIDdQ2K5pgNq6dhDcC-U4-7BZwS_rXM1B8c8k0rNsSD5s0U4eu96zWgbn7C7iZ897TwVQU1njBvDQpdBliSIvTzc3uqJIT4f0o4tD-cHIxGxS7xReK7URNg5N_t03YEit4tV98Oxva-TWa4M/s3225/IMG_5786.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3225" data-original-width="2209" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCODBPaslMnzJOwxExIsCV602N8muOooOuGmMI4NrpJcpsIDdQ2K5pgNq6dhDcC-U4-7BZwS_rXM1B8c8k0rNsSD5s0U4eu96zWgbn7C7iZ897TwVQU1njBvDQpdBliSIvTzc3uqJIT4f0o4tD-cHIxGxS7xReK7URNg5N_t03YEit4tV98Oxva-TWa4M/w438-h640/IMG_5786.jpeg" width="438" /></a></div><br />Back in the day when my children were small, I read loads of children’s books, and had been known to be so engrossed I would unintentionally stop reading aloud, to go into the top gear of reading silently. But last Sunday I settled into a sunny spot on the deck, and read Twin Stars, Volume 1 of Charlotte Clutterbuck’s first novel for pre-teens. Charlotte is a fine poet and friend, so off we set. Two cups of tea and a half a chocolate slice later, I let out a long sigh of satisfaction . Twin Stars is a terrific read, the characters are complex and engaging, the plot rips along, the social mores are resonant and relevant, the detail is wonderful and of course there is more coming. If Volume 2 was out already I would have bought it straight away. Twin Stars reminded me of the joy of reading children’s books, and this one is a gem. <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-48333282485641308782023-09-12T14:57:00.000+10:002023-09-12T14:57:33.494+10:00Many Hands Make Light Work - In the Photon Field <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFldi91L1bu8R4eeUFQQfC1JbQFNny2tqIBQ_Rz8eY6wbn2chZb7STc2jdBfNELJ1dOD_IvB-uhW9A-4JFZxdM8okAWq7Eflie7Gmtsk23Eb9RxIcr7HqCRUBky7eLzkjrp6_RQPo3scI0CdGcFwqQvQqgj8wsg9BxhgISQpiJQBcuGfZIkMGPkx79SLg/s640/IMG_4870.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFldi91L1bu8R4eeUFQQfC1JbQFNny2tqIBQ_Rz8eY6wbn2chZb7STc2jdBfNELJ1dOD_IvB-uhW9A-4JFZxdM8okAWq7Eflie7Gmtsk23Eb9RxIcr7HqCRUBky7eLzkjrp6_RQPo3scI0CdGcFwqQvQqgj8wsg9BxhgISQpiJQBcuGfZIkMGPkx79SLg/w480-h640/IMG_4870.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> Granny Eggwhistle says she is sure the new Farm Hand might be a member of an occult, because under hand is one thing but Over Hand like this is unnatural. But why has Farmer Bart Brassica taken on an extra Hand? It seems, as he is away on a faux holiday (see <a href="http://showmethetreasure.blogspot.com/2023/08/double-double-dutching-bart-fakes-fancy.html" target="_blank">double-double-dutching-bart-fakes-fancy.html</a>…) and has applied the adage Many Hands Make Light Work, though in this case he is thinking the rocket needs to work harder at photosynthesis, and with all this light work, some of it must inspire the Aragula to go for it. There may be a nothing under handed about the Hand or it could be there is more to the Hand than we can see. <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-42929347687638188512023-09-09T08:03:00.000+10:002023-09-09T08:03:31.672+10:00The Fleeting Fineness of Flowers Down<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7NygpJWjVt_dhRzw_iAzOSoBn5j7plAYfezty7fiMdChxmifXPkccKcxbVr2xlgUI3RkiSFvUZ196YigTBOv5zu9jhadVBPiLbQN1yHH5IlSYJXOeevThn-ZBJmuxMY2BxLhGkwohIOslxLoh88lTFW-9uY3AfrYO6lqvNzr_vHzqz08SdBBz9FLKFBs/s3096/IMG_5532.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3096" data-original-width="2684" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7NygpJWjVt_dhRzw_iAzOSoBn5j7plAYfezty7fiMdChxmifXPkccKcxbVr2xlgUI3RkiSFvUZ196YigTBOv5zu9jhadVBPiLbQN1yHH5IlSYJXOeevThn-ZBJmuxMY2BxLhGkwohIOslxLoh88lTFW-9uY3AfrYO6lqvNzr_vHzqz08SdBBz9FLKFBs/w554-h640/IMG_5532.jpeg" width="554" /></a></div><br /> Double ruffled tulips are fine examples of the under rated ephemera of fading flowers, they have a wabi-sabi all their own, here the tulips’ touch down reframes their faux Kutani-ware Wedgewood vase - itself a floral fiat of form and pattern. Something about the surrounding crowd of bijou here suggests World of Interiors, and makes me wonder why photographs of wilted arrangements, with their mandala ethos, are not a genre of their own. <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-15197474878900423052023-09-08T15:48:00.001+10:002023-09-08T15:48:19.966+10:00The Sea in Two Minds and an Undertow <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sJsj1EpojcHdG4ICpRl6AppmqSBw4VC5gOLLaq4yY1mRxydQqJLlES8I1NqxF_s1UTXA-0sB3u-DwVtHL9BS_w_K3gnU3GrrtduCUMTVMTmqAf6bBxCTfqwRhEYKfMPiVwnm_I7TLe-B8XfnPewmXaOOvY5-thXhMNRHJ0ei5NtXEu5DSvtNsgqxVzM/s4032/IMG_5607.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sJsj1EpojcHdG4ICpRl6AppmqSBw4VC5gOLLaq4yY1mRxydQqJLlES8I1NqxF_s1UTXA-0sB3u-DwVtHL9BS_w_K3gnU3GrrtduCUMTVMTmqAf6bBxCTfqwRhEYKfMPiVwnm_I7TLe-B8XfnPewmXaOOvY5-thXhMNRHJ0ei5NtXEu5DSvtNsgqxVzM/w640-h480/IMG_5607.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p>It’s easy to forget, or maybe not realise, that like turning the heel for a sock, the ocean knits itself around corners into bays, here the north eastern edge of North Stradbroke shows precisely how the sea can be in two minds about flow and crimp and flat where the Pacific meets Moreton Bay. The water on one side is so seemingly placid but heaven knows, that seam of intersect does not even bother to hide its undertow.<p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-70049451222469617532023-09-06T14:24:00.002+10:002023-09-06T14:24:49.060+10:00Stand Up, Stood Up? Bart Dines Out. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ah7o8ihhcROTukis2onuaDS55hItrNGB9sUfLvceAUx_LvYUFqaOrez8NYyrvHKk_2lO-SjgzLVvPR_b1mUMfN7X2rNiUiObGfXk3Ig8IcShBu6uqBySjJDHoUE1jT2HF-dsEVyajwYadn9KcpgicR7mh4bCH0euVaWAe5nhUuwmrHR14kb73TbP_P4/s3693/IMG_5752.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3693" height="524" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ah7o8ihhcROTukis2onuaDS55hItrNGB9sUfLvceAUx_LvYUFqaOrez8NYyrvHKk_2lO-SjgzLVvPR_b1mUMfN7X2rNiUiObGfXk3Ig8IcShBu6uqBySjJDHoUE1jT2HF-dsEVyajwYadn9KcpgicR7mh4bCH0euVaWAe5nhUuwmrHR14kb73TbP_P4/w640-h524/IMG_5752.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><a href="http://showmethetreasure.blogspot.com/2023/08/double-double-dutching-bart-fakes-fancy.html" target="_blank"></a>As Bart Brassica is holidaying double Dutch style, see Episode <a href="http://showmethetreasure.blogspot.com/2023/08/double-double-dutching-bart-fakes-fancy.html" target="_blank">double-double-dutching-bart-fakes-fancy.html</a> , he has been wistfully waiting at Glenn’s Historic Gettysburg Diner, at which there are 166 vacant seats. Is so much emptiness ominous in a diner open 24 hours a day? Notwithtsanding the lack of customers Bart appears to have been Stood Up by Mavis Eggwhistle, though as Mavis is unlikely to know that Bart Brassica had invited her, as he is working on his Telepathic Powers, after enrolling, but not attending, TelePathy for Beginners, which as he understood the CurryCueLamb, would be mostly acts of contemplation. So, is this Bart’s last piece of Stand Up? Will his Curried Lamb Burger ever come? </p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-56318746492926986882023-09-06T07:20:00.002+10:002023-09-06T07:20:51.121+10:00Feeding Dandelions to a Donkey and the Donkey’s Auntie<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPvQZ5_TIyQQCURb2VpmN3Ged21jszggcNUVli729CesN--7URPAG9uZ6oNWEL9qijI9wGv1ZqFXC9s87R3QQ7Mj_7NiP47aho0kGndudNogubGDa8VhrLpL1MsH-Hs2NVtK44Dg3pjhC1A9hSvaEWKrfrZ62Hq1ucnvmD4N_5jdXdAaq6ZdvDpPCnOE/s4032/IMG_5658.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPvQZ5_TIyQQCURb2VpmN3Ged21jszggcNUVli729CesN--7URPAG9uZ6oNWEL9qijI9wGv1ZqFXC9s87R3QQ7Mj_7NiP47aho0kGndudNogubGDa8VhrLpL1MsH-Hs2NVtK44Dg3pjhC1A9hSvaEWKrfrZ62Hq1ucnvmD4N_5jdXdAaq6ZdvDpPCnOE/w480-h640/IMG_5658.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><p><br /></p>These two Donquettas were not coquettish about dandelion greens, though there was some jockeying, at which they excel, for access, and while this was amiable enough at midday, the next morning, maybe they got up on the wrong side of the stables, but the Aunt was not nice to the niece and vice versa. If ever I have a to reverse park a donkey I will be letting the donkey do it. They have nice noses and a fundamental grasp of dandelion delicacy and space. <br /> <p></p>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651922854453891758.post-73780750561896332572023-09-05T15:37:00.005+10:002023-09-06T07:11:28.015+10:00A Green World in Three Scenes <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGbn9DnYZQxrTLosdaidEi8q4P-9EfuqyRcD5Bv0KX5hxflcbLi2Gk4-oD-B8LqlmwtLs2VSTBJUDUcf7ArgqnB5ssyrASFhuKZzDE38zjtq0zs3HLDfCywPd1GiTbG4DbBIhI6AyXLjwb3cW5mnDrIL6n_2HamUpkFMvkvfspzW0fqVjZeA7iB5vmHPE/s3311/IMG_4836.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3311" data-original-width="2875" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGbn9DnYZQxrTLosdaidEi8q4P-9EfuqyRcD5Bv0KX5hxflcbLi2Gk4-oD-B8LqlmwtLs2VSTBJUDUcf7ArgqnB5ssyrASFhuKZzDE38zjtq0zs3HLDfCywPd1GiTbG4DbBIhI6AyXLjwb3cW5mnDrIL6n_2HamUpkFMvkvfspzW0fqVjZeA7iB5vmHPE/w557-h640/IMG_4836.jpeg" width="557" /></a></div><p>A Myanmar market stack of green leaves leaning towards a Fibonacci spiral , two stems of Angophora leaves, thoughtfully snipped off by sulfur-crested cockatoos, and a tableau of acorn, oak leaf, birch cone and my green Lamy fountain pen, all contribute to a visual paraphrase of John Donne’s green thoughts in a green shade. </p><div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsrdFJxA8YUGWA1B58pATVi1gpJceIz4vwfW3lgfjTRyYmDCMvazeINlYS4maTQH2WXSbcIbA76xTGxlCoEM23qKHzlugx-7ZEAYFHBaYf832rkV55Q4EyaynDbjgeT7-zpwdJizvLbOqNRLbBVGvJXg9Mc-Kduc6cbVawBy_63jccXer4AD8Yx_4Rhw/s3440/IMG_5740.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2702" data-original-width="3440" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsrdFJxA8YUGWA1B58pATVi1gpJceIz4vwfW3lgfjTRyYmDCMvazeINlYS4maTQH2WXSbcIbA76xTGxlCoEM23qKHzlugx-7ZEAYFHBaYf832rkV55Q4EyaynDbjgeT7-zpwdJizvLbOqNRLbBVGvJXg9Mc-Kduc6cbVawBy_63jccXer4AD8Yx_4Rhw/w640-h502/IMG_5740.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXHJlqZ74GB-E8VIDGQiMsbMziZnWNsx_X7iL3rZN4VUTIxtxzgJhXZGaOGVDfOQk73Uv1flazGCRCxhL5BDt2xvd_rWXtOT9z1c2NElhkMOcvJK3YcaJGvqe5h8f3y535pag15ijaJME62I7u6QvL4ADncAYtpSy96h2n4dHTXlQ9fwnsE_wjlQc2t0/s3639/IMG_9666.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3639" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXHJlqZ74GB-E8VIDGQiMsbMziZnWNsx_X7iL3rZN4VUTIxtxzgJhXZGaOGVDfOQk73Uv1flazGCRCxhL5BDt2xvd_rWXtOT9z1c2NElhkMOcvJK3YcaJGvqe5h8f3y535pag15ijaJME62I7u6QvL4ADncAYtpSy96h2n4dHTXlQ9fwnsE_wjlQc2t0/w532-h640/IMG_9666.jpeg" width="532" /></a></div><br /> <p></p></div>Show Me The Treasurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916579036870645628noreply@blogger.com