My salesmen with their winnings
What a strange vintage we are. Constantly needing to photograph each thing, each moment. What other species demands to self archive everything? The same information, experiences, places visually captured over and over again. What do we expect to learn from it; from taking a picture of it all?
Apr 30, 2011
Apr 23, 2011
Ie Island
The day started out at Motobu Ferry Port, where for about $40 I bought a round-trip ferry ticket for my motorcycle and I to Ie island.
The main landmark of Ie island is Mt. Gusuku, which a Japanese friend of mine said you could not climb.
So the first thing I did, was ride the motorcycle over to Mt. Gusuku to find a way to climb it. After driving halfway up the mountain, I found a trail and hiked up to the summit.
After descending from the mountain, I made my way to Ahasya Cave. Like many caves in Okinawa it was littered with old jars. Some of the jars appear to have held the cremated remains of the island inhabitants.
When I found a road that lead down to the beach, I attempted to ride my motorcycles on the beach. The sand was much softer than I had anticipated and soon I was stuck. After about a half an hour of pushing and pulling the motorcycle was off the beach and back on the road.
The main crop grown on Ie Island is tobacco. The mountain in the distance is Mt. Gusuku
After a great day of riding, I stopped on the side of the road to rest for a moment. Out of nowhere a wild animal attacked my motorcycle.
Apr 14, 2011
Apr 2, 2011
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