Japan
Three weeks moving slowly between Osaka, Kyoto and a fishing town that wasn't on the itinerary.
Japan rewarded the wrong kind of travel — the slow kind, where you get on the wrong train on purpose and end up somewhere with one café and no plan. I spent three weeks doing very little, very attentively.
The photographs here are mostly about light: the last of it in a Kyoto alley, the flat grey of a harbour at dawn, the way a train window turns a landscape into a painting.
