I sat at the local corner starbucks in the fish market area of Tokyo. I watched, observed, drank my latte. I sat, observed and snapped one, two and hundred photos of everyday life in Tokyo.
The movement is constant but its constancy is calming. Its a flow that keeps the mind going.
The scene is filled with a hundred faces. Those faces intriguing with the myriad of emotions and thoughts flashing on by. As I got up and rounded the corner I came across the back area of the market.
Kept walking around the block and there was another type of movement and flow. Everything had its own rhythm and rhyme.