With the shot of my loving Spangle at Kyoto Botanical Garden on 5/20
In May 2011, I was diagnosed with a severe illness for which my doctor gave me a "25% chance of living," and I spent eight months in the hospital.
On December 16, 2011, I was completely cured and discharged from the hospital.
Immediately after leaving the hospital, I headed to Kyoto for a photoshoot.
The autumn leaves were still in full bloom at Shimogamo Shrine.
In 2012, I visited the Kyoto Botanical Garden 300 days out of 365 days a year.
I continued to photograph plants in spring, summer, fall, winter, wild birds, butterflies, and other animals.
Camellias, plums, cherry blossoms, tulips, roses, irises, hydrangeas, etc.
Attracted by kingfishers, I photographed them every day.
Some days were almost empty because of typhoons, etc.
I also photographed kingfishers, which many photographers usually surround, and had them to myself.
When I thought I had photographed enough kingfishers, I became attracted to butterflies.
I was especially attracted to spangle.
As soon as I entered the path we had named the spangle's way, I shouted, "Queen of the forest,
Nobunaga has come, O Queen of the Forest, come forth..."
My companion exclaimed.
'O Queen of the Woods...'
Then a magnificent golden-ringed dragonfly appears in low flight.
He is the advance guard of the Queen of the Forest.
Soon after, the Queen of the Forest appears.
But she is harder still.
Once, as I was walking along a narrow path to the right of the above way, he appeared and stopped right in front of us on a bellflower (which we had named the Queen of the Forest, but which was a male) that was blooming right in front of us.
It was a miraculous moment.
The following year, or several years later, when they were in their breeding season, there was a place where they would repeatedly ascend vertically to show the females their flying ability.
There was a small puddle-like pond in the corner.
As I followed him across a small bridge over the pond, he started mating behind a branch in front of me on the left side of the bridge.
Anyone who has seen a spangle mating knows it is a fantastic sight.
I once photographed a moment when they were mating in the shade of hydrangea in a lotus pond.
It was indeed a fantastic sight.
But this time was different.
He was looking at me as if to say, "You wanted to photograph me...I'll let you photograph me as much as you want...," as I had been chasing him for several years, and they continued mating forever and ever.
A three-generation mother and daughter walked by.
Seeing me filming them as if I were possessed, they, too, noticed them.
They noticed me, too, and said, "Well, that's very unusual... how beautiful..."
It was a charming grandmother, mother, and daughter.
A quick conversation ensued between me and the three generations of mothers and daughters.
"If I could have your daughter as my wife, I would be willing to die."
We all laughed pleasantly.
After they left, I continued to photograph them.
Their mating seemed to go on forever.
It gave me the feeling that they were possessed by them disappeared.
As if reproduction was all that mattered in this world.
After that day, my visits to the Kyoto Botanical Garden stopped.
This article continues.
A few years later, during the cherry blossom season, when I felt that I had not taken enough pictures, I remembered the magnificent cherry blossoms at the Botanical Garden.
Since then, I started visiting again with the opening of the flowers, although it was a world of difference compared to before.
The main attraction was the rose garden.
This year, I started taking pictures earlier than ever before.
I thought I had already taken all the pictures.
Yesterday, I invited my best friend to go to Kyoto as soon as I finished working on this column to taste the fragrance of roses.
I bought onigiri (rice balls) at a 7-Eleven convenience store and ate them in the car to save time.
We started our tour from a place we had missed before.
I was amazed at the splendor and beauty.
I was supposed to be there to soak in the scent of the roses, but it turned out to be a series of photoshoots.
To my surprise, I took more than 400 pictures.
It is no exaggeration to say that these pictures were miraculous as if the spirit of the roses had taken possession of them.
On the way back to the rose garden, the strange and terrible cawing of crows, which I had never heard before, kept echoing.
It is unusual; I went to the place where I could speak.
A woman who seemed to enjoy observing and photographing wild birds, accompanied by her husband, was pointing her camera at the crows that kept emitting strange cawing noises.
Soon after, the lady discovered a baby crow in a small bush beside her, saying, "Oh, well, that's because there was a baby here.
At the same time, another crow was feeding the child on a branch across the street.
"He kept making such a loud and threatening voice to protect the child from me. Shaking the branch, biting and tearing at it, throwing things at it, no, it was awesome..."
I was on my usual way home, in the path of the Queen of the forest.
There were two of them.
They did not stop at all.
I was about to give up when one of them appeared in front of me.
It was a child.
It is the season for spangle to raise their young.
We continued on our way home.
On the first day, we came to the rose garden; a magnificent spangle suddenly appeared in front of us.
The first day we came to the rose garden, a magnificent spangle appeared out of the blue.
He appeared pretty unexpectedly.
It was only for a moment, but miraculously, I could capture it.
I wanted to share this photo with the world of the song "Candy Apple Red" by Reina del Cid.
Candy Apple Red - Reina del Cid and Toni Lindgren
On December 16, 2011, I was completely cured and discharged from the hospital.
Immediately after leaving the hospital, I headed to Kyoto for a photoshoot.
The autumn leaves were still in full bloom at Shimogamo Shrine.
In 2012, I visited the Kyoto Botanical Garden 300 days out of 365 days a year.
I continued to photograph plants in spring, summer, fall, winter, wild birds, butterflies, and other animals.
Camellias, plums, cherry blossoms, tulips, roses, irises, hydrangeas, etc.
Attracted by kingfishers, I photographed them every day.
Some days were almost empty because of typhoons, etc.
I also photographed kingfishers, which many photographers usually surround, and had them to myself.
When I thought I had photographed enough kingfishers, I became attracted to butterflies.
I was especially attracted to spangle.
As soon as I entered the path we had named the spangle's way, I shouted, "Queen of the forest,
Nobunaga has come, O Queen of the Forest, come forth..."
My companion exclaimed.
'O Queen of the Woods...'
Then a magnificent golden-ringed dragonfly appears in low flight.
He is the advance guard of the Queen of the Forest.
Soon after, the Queen of the Forest appears.
But she is harder still.
Once, as I was walking along a narrow path to the right of the above way, he appeared and stopped right in front of us on a bellflower (which we had named the Queen of the Forest, but which was a male) that was blooming right in front of us.
It was a miraculous moment.
The following year, or several years later, when they were in their breeding season, there was a place where they would repeatedly ascend vertically to show the females their flying ability.
There was a small puddle-like pond in the corner.
As I followed him across a small bridge over the pond, he started mating behind a branch in front of me on the left side of the bridge.
Anyone who has seen a spangle mating knows it is a fantastic sight.
I once photographed a moment when they were mating in the shade of hydrangea in a lotus pond.
It was indeed a fantastic sight.
But this time was different.
He was looking at me as if to say, "You wanted to photograph me...I'll let you photograph me as much as you want...," as I had been chasing him for several years, and they continued mating forever and ever.
A three-generation mother and daughter walked by.
Seeing me filming them as if I were possessed, they, too, noticed them.
They noticed me, too, and said, "Well, that's very unusual... how beautiful..."
It was a charming grandmother, mother, and daughter.
A quick conversation ensued between me and the three generations of mothers and daughters.
"If I could have your daughter as my wife, I would be willing to die."
We all laughed pleasantly.
After they left, I continued to photograph them.
Their mating seemed to go on forever.
It gave me the feeling that they were possessed by them disappeared.
As if reproduction was all that mattered in this world.
After that day, my visits to the Kyoto Botanical Garden stopped.
This article continues.
A few years later, during the cherry blossom season, when I felt that I had not taken enough pictures, I remembered the magnificent cherry blossoms at the Botanical Garden.
Since then, I started visiting again with the opening of the flowers, although it was a world of difference compared to before.
The main attraction was the rose garden.
This year, I started taking pictures earlier than ever before.
I thought I had already taken all the pictures.
Yesterday, I invited my best friend to go to Kyoto as soon as I finished working on this column to taste the fragrance of roses.
I bought onigiri (rice balls) at a 7-Eleven convenience store and ate them in the car to save time.
We started our tour from a place we had missed before.
I was amazed at the splendor and beauty.
I was supposed to be there to soak in the scent of the roses, but it turned out to be a series of photoshoots.
To my surprise, I took more than 400 pictures.
It is no exaggeration to say that these pictures were miraculous as if the spirit of the roses had taken possession of them.
On the way back to the rose garden, the strange and terrible cawing of crows, which I had never heard before, kept echoing.
It is unusual; I went to the place where I could speak.
A woman who seemed to enjoy observing and photographing wild birds, accompanied by her husband, was pointing her camera at the crows that kept emitting strange cawing noises.
Soon after, the lady discovered a baby crow in a small bush beside her, saying, "Oh, well, that's because there was a baby here.
At the same time, another crow was feeding the child on a branch across the street.
"He kept making such a loud and threatening voice to protect the child from me. Shaking the branch, biting and tearing at it, throwing things at it, no, it was awesome..."
I was on my usual way home, in the path of the Queen of the forest.
There were two of them.
They did not stop at all.
I was about to give up when one of them appeared in front of me.
It was a child.
It is the season for spangle to raise their young.
We continued on our way home.
On the first day, we came to the rose garden; a magnificent spangle suddenly appeared in front of us.
The first day we came to the rose garden, a magnificent spangle appeared out of the blue.
He appeared pretty unexpectedly.
It was only for a moment, but miraculously, I could capture it.
I wanted to share this photo with the world of the song "Candy Apple Red" by Reina del Cid.
Candy Apple Red - Reina del Cid and Toni Lindgren
