I hate winter after the holidays are done, much like I think everyone else does. After the cheerful glow of Christmas and Japan’s own version of that glow during the New Year’s holidays, we in the Northern Hemisphere are left with the dark, the cold and the dreary.
Where I live it rarely snows, too, which means nothing ever has that slightly cheerful look to it that snow can bring to your local landscape.
I survive winter with two things. First, the kotatsu, which deserves its own entry later on.
Second, mikans. They’re similar to tangerines and clementines, and they are the reason I can go entire days through winter without complaining about the cold because they’re in season only during the colder months of the year.
I love how easy they are to peel, how sweet or sour they can be and how there are usually no seeds to be found within. The juice also only rarely seeps out when you’re peeling it, making it mostly mess-free to eat.
One of my dreams has been having mikan trees growing on our balcony, from which I can pluck some mikans every morning. Year after year I’ve looked at them being sold at Japan’s answer to Home Depot and year after year I’ve looked at the price tag and kept walking.
Finally, though, I took some seeds from a mikan that did actually have seeds in it and planted them in the ground. I now have three mikan trees growing.
The internet has been swift to tell me this is a horrible way to grow mikan trees because they will probably not give me a single fruit for about ten years or so, but I don’t care. I like watching them slowly grow. I think I can wait.
Every now and then I’d like to take a minute to briefly describe what went into making a photo either posted on my Viewbug account or that I have on here.
I thought I’d start off with the main image on this site, which is something I plan on changing with the seasons.
For a long time I’ve always declared myself to be a summer fanatic. I’m almost always cold, which means winter is out. Thanks to hay fever, spring is out, too. I thought of summer as the best of all seasons…until the heat got worse. Lately in Japan, it’s been nothing but supreme heat and humidity over the summer. The heat is just oppressive.
That’s when autumn saw its chance and creeped onto my radar. I have to admit there’s a lot to like: fall colors, crisp air, insects dying or hiding underground, lots of days of sun.
While enjoying everything autumn has to offer, I stumbled across this bench. The black bench and the dark hardwood deck it was on offered the perfect contrast to the bright yellow leaves behind it. I knelt down in front of it and spent a couple of minutes trying to get the framing just right before finally taking this photo.
I’m a huge fan of natural lighting, and usually cloudy days are my natural enemy. However, I have to say I like the softer light the clouds offered for this picture.
I’ve had my share of writer’s block. I usually spend the time during the dry spells looking over what I’ve already written and sometimes pushing myself to just finish something.
Then come the rushes. These are crazy bouts during which I have a hard time functioning in a regular society because my mind will just not stop telling me about the story. I think it wouldn’t be a problem except I feel like my memory is especially bad, so I find myself running to write down whatever scenes my brain shows me before that scene disappears forever.
The last writing rush I had was back in the spring when I was looking again for a book I wanted to read. The idea hit me that I should write a love story that I actually wanted to read.
What followed is about two months of struggling to balance my regular life with the onslaught of scenes my brain provided. I often wondered if I would have been happier locked in a room with a computer for a month, but I think having those mandatory breathers in between writing helped me create a better story.
I’m trying to get the book published, and if it ever does, then I’d love to share on here more behind-the-scenes of my crazy writing process for the book. Right now, though, it’s my favorite book that I’ve ever written.