…but you do not. Part of my S&R Tokyo Series (Shibuya Crossing, Tokyo, November 2015. See my other work here and here.)
Life sucks…
Dan Ryan
Dan Ryan is a photojournalist and poet. You can see more of his work at Brisbane Graphic Arts Museum (http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.
com), and on Flickr (https://www.flickr.com/photos/pictopticon/). He lives in Brisbane, California.
The blood-red Shimbashi dress: a photopoem
In Tokyo, the mama-san is smarter than you… Part of my S&R Tokyo Series I am the gorgeous dress of your beauty, and I have loved you for a very long time. […]
An umbrella before the sugar melts
Rain is never coming, rain is always here… (Nakano 5-chome, Tokyo, November 2015. This is sort of part of my Sunday S&R Tokyo Series. See my other work here and here.)
Golden Guys
“Where streams of whiskey are flowing…” –The Pogues Part six of my S&R Tokyo Series One November day in Tokyo my wife and I were walking through the normally quiet and deserted […]
Old birds
Water flows around the rocks it cannot move… Part five of my S&R Tokyo Series They moved and talked the way old Japanese ladies often do, a bit hunched over but with […]
I am dynamic kung-fu dancing!
Greetings from Tokyo’s skid row… Part four of my S&R Tokyo Series Just a guy, a bit too much in his cups perhaps, that I photographed in Nihonzutsumi in Tokyo. He was […]
Yakuza leisure dōjō
Let’s alcohol with happy gangster human… Third in my ongoing S&R Tokyo Series. Here’s part one and part two. In Asakusa at Kamiya Bar (神谷バー) you never know who you might meet. […]
Yasukuni rain
Second in my S&R Tokyo series… Yasukuni Shrine is an interesting place, but I won’t make more of visiting it than doing so deserves. Suffice it to say the Japanese struggle spiritually […]
Darkness/lightness
First in an upcoming series on Tokyo, Japan, and life generally… This is brief recounting of two men from very different walks of Japanese life, whom I encountered in Tokyo near Ueno […]
The kitten, the junkie, the dog, and Steven
Extremes enrich an abundant life… In my chosen profession there are extremes which exist outside of me and are mine (or yours) to take or leave. The world is ugly, and the […]
