Story Photographs

I was seven years old when I suddenly thought of what would happen to me after I died. Before that, I had been content with the vision of heaven in the sky and all the dead people meeting there. But then one night, I wondered what would happen to my body after my spirit left […]

This is a story I heard from my “grandmother in law,” that is, my aunt’s husband’s mother when she was around eighty years old. One afternoon, she was walking down the street by herself. She had visited the post office, and was now on her way home. It was a warm sunny day. The air

I’ve written on this blog a few times about my visit to Rome two years ago. But my very first encounter with Rome actually took place three years before that in a most unexpected way. Back then, I was living in England as a student, and I was on my way back home from Catania,

Earlier summer this year, I had a most unusual encounter in my neighbourhood. I met a female wild turkey. It was late afternoon. I had made a quick visit to the pharmacy down the road, and I was coming back home on my bike. The road was busy with evening rush hour. Next to the

Before I came to Canada, I had never seen a racoon in my real life. In Japan, where I grew up, racoons are found only in a deep countryside, definitely not in a city. But since I started living in Ottawa, I quickly learned that they are as common animals as crows are in Japan.

A few years ago, I became friends with somebody from Austria. We initially met at our work place, but soon we started to go on an adventure together outside of work. At the time, I was new to Ottawa, and she took me to quite a few interesting places in the city in her secondhand

Between the age of seven and twelve, every winter, my life revolved around one thing — an igloo. In the region of Japan where I grew up, it used to snow quite a lot, and every winter, as soon as I saw the first snowfall, I would look forward to the arrival of a snow

When I was fourteen years old, my father took the family to Washington D.C. on his business trip, and I got to experience a life in this bustling capital city of America for about two weeks. Back then, I didn’t speak or understand English well, so my mother put me in a local language school

This story took place exactly two years ago toward the end of my three-month stay in Rome, Italy. I’m not a person who regularly go to a hairdresser, but like insects shed their skin, I also have my hair cut whenever I feel a significant shift or growth within myself. Two months into my life

This is a story from the time when I visited Paris, the capital city of France for the first time as part of my college graduation solo trip. During my five-day visit, I stayed at my friend’s house in the outskirt of Paris. Since my friend had to attend classes at University, on most days,