Salt, Stone, and Silk: A Japanese Chronicle

There is a quality of light in Japan that settles differently, painting ancient wood in warm tones and catching the edges of rain on city streets. It filters through the leaves, illuminates the curve of a traditional roof, and softens the lines of a busy crowd. We moved through landscapes where the monumental felt intimately connected to the earth, and where everyday moments held a quiet grace – the shared shelter under a patterned umbrella, the pause before a grand gate, the simple act of walking a sun-drenched path.

These images are not postcards, but impressions gathered along the way. Notes on colour, texture, and the interplay of movement and stillness. They are the quiet stories whispered by the stones, the sky, and the people who inhabit these places. A collection of noticing, a gentle record of moments found beneath the Japanese sun and passing showers.