I woke up this morning missing Kagoshima terribly.
After returning from Japan I jumped into a busy Melbourne routine that I had no time to reflect on the trip.
(I do feel slightly burned out. Am I procrastinating? Well, maybe, I do have a wedding to shoot in 4 hours. I should prepare. Then again, blogging is very essential to the business. I should get a coffee. Maybe bring my laptop to the cafe. I wonder if they have a power socket? I need internet to upload files to dropbox though.)
Yesterday I picked up my dead, corrosion-ridden, corpse of a camera from the clinic.
And I’ve forgotten about the SD card in it.
See, when the camera was dying I still managed to snap some shots here and there.
This was one of them.
It was taken on the balcony of our room.
The ryokan was situated next to a river, and across the river was a patch of green forest.
A forest that flaunts its full grown nature and zen and every other things that even time could not touch.
And it is not helping with my Post Travel Depression.
