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Only a Blockhead
Chigasaki and Beverly
"No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money."
Interests: books, art, photography, beauty, pleasure, the world, politics, everything, poetry
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Watching the DVD of Days of Heaven reminded me how beautiful the light is at dawn and dusk. And how farmers--then as now--have only the daylight hours to work with, bookended with the pinks and oranges of daybreak and sundown. Here in Japan, farmers used to divide the day in... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at Only a Blockhead
Rising at first light Sliding open the window screens A crescent moon! After days of barely seeing the sun, the week has been magnificent. At dawn the last bright crescent of the waning moon hung in a clear sky, every morning a little lower, a little more delicate. The rising... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Only a Blockhead
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A walk in early winter: Persimmons, maples and banks of chrysanthemums “the globes of orange persimmons hanging like lanterns” (Rebecca Otawa, At Home in Japan) --Julian Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at Only a Blockhead
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Strolling through a Tokyo park and suddenly showered With stinky pink ginkgo fruit What I didn’t know until recently was why it hadn’t happened to me before. It’s that the funky fruit forms only on female ginkgo trees. And so it is male ginkgo trees that are usually planted for... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at Only a Blockhead
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A traditional Japanese house isn’t sealed and centrally heated in winter. The warmth is localized in particular rooms. Or a part of a room: a table with a quilt and, in the past charcoal, now an electric heating bulb underneath--kotatsu. A kotatsu squats on the tatami mat floor. Seated under... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
Revisiting past posts to mark 10 years of Only A Blockhead. We awoke on this first day of December to the first frost of winter, lightly blanching the fields and roadside leaves. On the horizon Fuji is covered with snow down to the foothills. The daikon radishes are harvested and... Continue reading
Posted Dec 1, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
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Some past posts to celebrate 10 years of Only A Blockhead Late November. The banks of raggedy, spindly pink and purple cosmos daisies are long gone, leaving the tall, tan susuki pampas grass to define the landscape. Ancient and elegant, it bends in the breeze side by side with a... Continue reading
Posted Nov 27, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
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Revisiting some posts from 10 years of Only A Blockhead A gusty wind roars up the valley, twisting the trees and bending the bamboo. The spider webs under the eaves and in the garden hang in tatters. A fine, dense rain falls, then is whipped and carried by the storm.... Continue reading
Posted Nov 22, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
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Looking back over 10 years of Only A Blockhead (photo: M) Sunday was warm and sunny and we made our way down the coast. On Zushi beach, the locals were enjoying a slow afternoon, picnicking, reading, playing badminton, jogging, walking the dog. We cycled along the water’s edge, weaving around... Continue reading
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Posted Nov 18, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
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Celebrating Blockhead's 10th anniversary with some past posts. Cawing on the wing a crow beats past and the autumn day feels chiller still (Boris Artzybasheff, 1922, via Wikimedia Commons) I was out raking the leaves off the road, and a neighbor gave me ten eggs in a plastic net inside... Continue reading
Posted Nov 16, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
Looking back at 10 years of Only A Blockhead Throughout the night Rain falls relentless in the dark I lie and listen Early the next morning, the moon is high and bright. Crows fly from roost toward scavenging grounds. Fallen leaves lie moist and dark, or hang twisting from spiders'... Continue reading
Posted Nov 13, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
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Colorful posts from 10 years of Only A Blockhead (Photo: Toshihiro Oimatsu; Wikimedia Commons) Autumn sunset stains the horizon the color of ripe persimmons On this November evening, there are sculptured clouds low on the horizon. The new moon, delicate at day’s end, grows more substantial as the sun sets.... Continue reading
Posted Nov 10, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
Observations of November from the last 10 years of this blog Blue the sky for the first time in days, scrubbed by a wind that dried the washing even under gray skies yesterday. White, Mount Fuji, snow covered. Orange the ripening persimmons hanging on bare branches, glinting in the sunshine... Continue reading
Posted Nov 7, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
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Past posts from 10 years of Only A Blockhead Tonight there is a full moon. Night by night, it has been waxing behind a gauze of cloud, but when the sun sets it will be seen round and high in the black sky. The moon glides bright across the treetops... Continue reading
Posted Nov 3, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
Some past posts to celebrate 10 years of this blog. November 1st is the day the calendars change to the last picture of the year, Japanese calendars being mainly two months per page. It’s the day New Year cards go on sale at the Post Office, so there's plenty of... Continue reading
Posted Nov 1, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
Some past posts to celebrate 10 years of Only A Blockhead; this from late October 2010. Fall. The harvest is almost in—one farm down the road still has the rice drying on poles in the paddy fields. It’s being soaked with the rain from the passing typhoons, and will dry... Continue reading
Posted Oct 30, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
For raking leaves a neighbor gives me eggs which I drop: Omelet tonight. --Julian Continue reading
Posted Oct 26, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
This post from 2010 began with a quote from country singer Tim McGraw. “Here’s turning heartache into art.” Tim McGraw October orange Persimmons hang from branches; Scent of osmanthus October red Rice paddies banked with spider lilies; Scarlet sunset October blue Pale sky with scudding clouds; Relationship's shattered shards --Julian Continue reading
Posted Oct 23, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
An approaching typhoon puts me in mind of another post from 2008. Rain fills the valley with a roar, defining ragged spider's webs, absorbed by pine needles. Leaves shiver and drip. The wind picks up with a hiss and rush. The rain slants and drifts like smoke, then beats down... Continue reading
Posted Oct 20, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
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A post from October 2008 to celebrate 10 years of this blog This morning the sky was pink and the sun broke the horizon as a blood-red orb. Fifteen minutes later, it was a blinding ivory sphere above the treetops. The green valley is brushed with rust. Last weekend it... Continue reading
Posted Oct 18, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
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Past posts to celebrate 10 years of Only A Blockhead; this from 2009 In this season when the last of the rice, harvested and hung on poles to dry, is threshed in the paddies under brilliant sunshine when great banks of purple, red, and white cosmos daisies bloom the last... Continue reading
Posted Oct 15, 2017 at Only a Blockhead
Some past posts to celebrate 10 years of Only A Blockhead. This from 2007 In the last week, kinmokusei—Sweet Osmanthus—trees, bushes and hedges have begun to blossom with tiny yellow flowers. They are the opposite of, say, camellias, whose showy scarlet blooms have no scent. Kinmokusei flowers are relatively invisible,... Continue reading
Posted Oct 11, 2017 at Only a Blockhead