Dogs on Mount Aso The wind blows in the ears, but it is unhurried. Because no matter how big the mountain is, it can't compare to the familiar embrace. A dog of an old couple, The years that have passed are far longer than volcanoes.

Kumamoto Aso Mountain Road Into the silence of the fault, Step by step, as if listening to the earth's breath. The distant mountains are like waves, the clouds are whispering, And I am a speck of dust walking through the core.

This one is located in Kumamoto. The wind has not arrived, the rain is thin, Mountains and clouds talk about a whispered dream. The footsteps are quiet, the heart is also quiet, It was as if the world was holding its breath for this meadow.

This one is located in Kumamoto. Low afternoon clouds pressing down on the mountains, The grass buried all the thoughts in the wet soil. The yellow flowers bloom quietly, Not for whom, but to prove the weight of the season.

This photo was taken near Kurokawa Onsen. The sky is low, and there are two transparent umbrellas on the side of the road It's like the silence of guarding each other. It's not a way home, It is the starting point of going deep into the forest and into the heart. Silent fir forest, Whispering silent memories and distant places.

This photo was taken in Cheonan Kawara (Teniwado Shrine Okumiya). The legendary gathering place of eight million gods, Light fell from above the cave, as if whispering the remnants of mythology. Thousands of stone piles, It's praying, it's waiting, It is also between people and gods, An unbroken mind.

This photo was taken on the Itoshima Totoro Forest Trail. The greenery spreads out into a labyrinth of paths, The house stands quietly at the bend, It's like waiting for a late afternoon with the wind. Even if there is a chinchilla slowly passing by in the next second, It would not be surprising either - This land was originally inhabited by gentle gods.

Taken in Itoshima, the "Couple Rock" in the picture is connected by a rope, symbolizing connection, prayer and sacred enchantment, and is one of the most representative tranquil scenery on the coast of Itoshima. The two rocks are silent, but they are tightly linked, With God's knots, entangled in prayers and beliefs for thousands of years. This is not a symbol of separation, It's a gesture of watching over each other, In the sound of the tide and the wind, the existence of the agreement is reiterated day by day.

This photo was taken off the coast of Itoshima, Fukuoka Prefecture. The white torii stands quietly in the intertidal zone, Is it the door of faith, or the gap in time? The sea does not speak, but it always listens, Like this empty existence, Open a window into the invisible mind.

This photo was taken in Ōhori Park in Fukuoka City. An unmanned ship, Anchor quietly in the heart of the lake. In the background is the silhouette of a city tall building, The foreground is a thick shade of layers of pine forest, Time seems to be frozen in this moment, Only light and wind are still moving. This water surface is not just a reflection of the city, It is also a floating island of the soul.

This photo was taken in Ōhori Park in Fukuoka City. Summer afternoon in Ohori Park, Willow branches hang down, like verses brushing the surface of the lake. The swan boat waits quietly for the tourists, The water of a lake reflects distant mountains and clouds, It's as if time stands still in this tranquility, People unconsciously slow down their pace and breathing.

This photo was taken in the neighborhood of Ohori Park in Fukuoka City. Ohori Park is not just a lake and greenery, It also extends into a street corner landscape like this: The breeze blows, the sun falls from among the leaves, The bike moves briskly and the runner concentrates on the crossing. These most mundane routines, The most sparkling moment of the trip.

This photo was taken of Kora Taisha in Kurume City, Fukuoka Prefecture. Climb three hundred stone steps, and finally between the torii gate and the mountain forest, I saw the picture of the world. The city is like a tide, people's hearts are like smoke, only at this moment, Only then did I really understand: standing tall is not for pride, But to see clearly - all the hustle and bustle, can calm down in the wind.

This is a traditional sightseeing "どんこ舟(柳川下り)" taken in Yanagawa in Fukuoka Prefecture. The light boat travels slowly in the swaying waterway of the willow shadow, The ship sings ancient tunes, supporting a journey back in time. Yanagawa is not just a city, it is a living poem, Between the water and the singing, the gentleness of daily life is spoken.

This photo was taken in Miyazaki Prefecture [Takachiho Gorge]. Between the dark cliffs, the waterfall flows quietly, as if it were the tears left by Amaterasu. People rowed small boats through this waterway guarded by mythology. This is not an ordinary journey, but a pilgrimage into the deep memory of nature. Here, the sound of water whispers for heaven and earth, and the greenery heals for time.

This photo was taken in Miyazaki Prefecture [Takachiho Gorge]. People are on the gorge, watching the boat move with the waves. This is the place where myths are born, and the waters where reality and legend meet. The sound of paddling echoed between the cliffs, like an ancient prayer still whispered in the ears. Every boat is a journey to meditation.

This photo was taken by Kumamoto Aso's [Kusanagi Chisa]. When the clouds lower the sky, the green covers the eyes, and the grass is like a vast poem. People are small but free, and every step they take is accompanied by the wind and opposed to the mountains. There is no urban language, only nature speaks. One mountain, one lake and one grassland, allowing people to quietly re-engage with the world.

Ikuta Shrine. Marriage Water Lottery. I was so fascinated by the scenery immersed in water that I hurriedly pulled up.

This photo was taken by Kumamoto Aso's [Kusanagi Chisa]. In the bosom of a volcano, the wind is free and the horse is quiet. The grass is as green as the sea, and the sky and clouds dance on the grass. Here is the balance between nature and life, where time slows down. The distant mountains were silent, the near horse whispered, everything was just right, just as expected.

This photo was taken at Kamishikimi Kumanoimasu Shrine In the thick cedar forest, a stone path leads to the undisturbed place of the gods. The rope under the torii gate is the boundary between man and God, and it is also the starting point of faith. The air after the rain condensed into a calm aura, and each step was like stepping into another time and space. There are no words here, the wind, light and moss whisper, telling ancient stories and the tenderness of guardianship.

The night in Tokyo is not silent, It has light talking and towers breathing. Skytree is like the heartbeat of the future city, Flashing and flashing, a silent message was transmitted to the sky. In this rapidly changing world, It remains a firm vigil for the city.

Slowly peeking out among the tall buildings is the old soul of Tokyo. Tokyo Tower is no longer the tallest point in the city, but it is still the centerpiece of many people's memories. Night is coming, the lights are on, and it stands silently in the hustle and bustle of the street, Like a silent night watchman, recording the contours of the migration of the times.

The clouds weave a soft hat on the top of the mountain, as if nature crowns Mt. Fuji. The distant mountains are calm, and the dark shadows in the foreground are layered, as if quietly guarding the breath of this land. Even if there is no sunlight, the mountain is still majestic It does not need light, because it is a symbol of faith in itself.

The clouds and mist are layered, the shadows of the mountains are like a dream, and Fuji stands quietly between heaven and earth. The silent mountain is like an elder, gazing at the dawn and change of the world. This is not a spectacular moment, but a restrained eternity, a whispered call of nature to the human heart.

This photo depicts the main hall of Tokyo's famous Sensoji Temple (せんそうじ, Senso-ji). The maple leaves are like a blessing of the season, gently casting light and shadow in front of the ancient Buddhist temple. It is not a pure sightseeing spot, but a space where you can calm down and spend time together. The building is silent, but the leaves speak for it, speaking of the tenderness and continuity of faith for generations.

Warm compassion in a single skewer The owner of the storefront who stopped by suddenly. When you ask for mochi, they ask you how much you favorite, such as the amount of mitarashi and kina flour. A shop where you can talk kindly and cheerfully to school trip students, feel the care for customers, and enjoy mochi and smiles.

This work is a challenge and symbol of the limits of human vision. The Skytree is like the tower of the future, piercing the border between the city and the sky. It is not only the crystallization of technology, but also a gazing point for the future in the city. It doesn't shine during the day, but it's also incredibly clear. It does not belong to sunrise, nor to night. It belongs to all the moments we want to see further.

This work uses the bottom structure of the Tokyo Tower as the main visual axis, reflecting the grandeur and solitude of man-made objects in modern cities. The steel lines are like the blood of the city, and the orange-red lights are like beating hearts, shining lonely in the silence of the night. Even in the middle of the night, the city never sleeps. This is not a romantic Tokyo Tower, but a modern shrine made of steel and loneliness.

This work, taken in a corner of the mountain area of Kifune Shrine in Kyoto, features a sacred tree that is considered to be a place for the gods to attach, tied with paper hanging and a rope. The light of the forest shines through the branches and leaves, as if the breath of the gods quietly descends. There are no ornate halls, no noisy festivals, only light and leaves, rope and wood, everything is so natural and yet so solemn. The tree is not a landscape, but a manifestation of faith, a testament to nature as a god.

This was taken in a corner deep in Kyoto's Kifune Shrine, where only lanterns guide me between the night and the shadows of the trees. They are like ancient angels, silently laying out a stairway to the depths of the soul. The building at the end of the staircase is no longer just a house, but a meeting point between man and nature, body and spirit. This is not a photo for people to see, but for the moment in your heart when you still believe that the gods will appear.