Japan has always held something over me. I never understood the country. I first visited 15 years ago. I was a 19 year old exchange lifeguard. Now I return as a photographer.
I came for the culture. I was instantly drawn into the city. People. Lights. Architecture. I needed to get back on track. I needed that cultural fix.
Mornings at a sumo stable. Nights in the city. It felt claustrophobic. It was time to move. I wanted culture but at a slower pace.
Kyoto called. It's pace was slow. The streets were wide. Parks, castles & temples were abundant and so were the Geiko's.
I was still not happy. I needed more peace. I needed to leave noise totally behind. The mountains were to be my friend.
Wildlife, culture and an open road cleared my head. I had found many faces of Japan. Now culture and the cities called. They were both to collide and again I was drawn in.
A Sumo Tournament bought the two sides of my Japan together. A clash of times and experiences. As the last sumo fell I knew that my time had ended and I had to board the fast train out of there. I had found my Japan.