Japan's Kanagawa peninsula. Towering trees and clear blue coastal skies overhead, I hike an obscure path. Rays of sunlight on a dilapidated shed. Old wood beams barely support the fragile home. Rusty mailbox, striated with threads of age, dangles loosely near the door.
Near the Emperor's Villa. Beach-combing in Hayama, I find time-worn, tide-worn fragments of stone, glass, bone, and ceramic. They tell stories of vast, mysterious journeys over land and sea. They speak of comfort and change.