Grace of Mt.Fuji
A mountain full of images seen never before, the sacred Fuji evokes a certain emotion that resonates among the Japanese people.
The graceful and elegant beauty of the mountain is presented here in 3 segments.
December 15, 2013 Gaku Maruyama
Grace of Mt.Fuji
A mountain full of images seen never before, the sacred Fuji evokes a certain emotion that resonates among the Japanese people.
The graceful and elegant beauty of the mountain is presented here in 3 segments.
December 15, 2013 Gaku Maruyama
Grace of Mt.Fuji
A mountain full of images seen never before, the sacred Fuji evokes a certain emotion that resonates among the Japanese people.
The graceful and elegant beauty of the mountain is presented here in 3 segments.
December 15, 2013 Gaku Maruyama
Dawn
The dawn sky is suffused with lapis lazuli.
For a brief moment, I feel that I am connected to the universe.
The early morning sky changes its hue minute by minute, signaling the beginning of a new day.
Dawn
The dawn sky is suffused with lapis lazuli.
For a brief moment, I feel that I am connected to the universe.
The early morning sky changes its hue minute by minute, signaling the beginning of a new day.
Dawn
The dawn sky is suffused with lapis lazuli.
For a brief moment, I feel that I am connected to the universe.
The early morning sky changes its hue minute by minute, signaling the beginning of a new day.
A Spectacle at Sea
Strange and mysterious looking rocks protrude from the waters of Kumomihama and stand beside Mt. Fuji.
My eyes become fixed on the intriguing shape of the rocks that resemble a sphinx or some wild animal.
The rhythm of the crashing waves, the dark surface of the rocks, the snow on Mt. Fuji looming far away…
On this night of the full moon, a spectacle at sea is about to begin.
A Spectacle at Sea
Strange and mysterious looking rocks protrude from the waters of Kumomihama and stand beside Mt. Fuji.
My eyes become fixed on the intriguing shape of the rocks that resemble a sphinx or some wild animal.
The rhythm of the crashing waves, the dark surface of the rocks, the snow on Mt. Fuji looming far away…
On this night of the full moon, a spectacle at sea is about to begin.
A Spectacle at Sea
Strange and mysterious looking rocks protrude from the waters of Kumomihama and stand beside Mt. Fuji.
My eyes become fixed on the intriguing shape of the rocks that resemble a sphinx or some wild animal.
The rhythm of the crashing waves, the dark surface of the rocks, the snow on Mt. Fuji looming far away…
On this night of the full moon, a spectacle at sea is about to begin.
Double Lenticular Cloud
Double Lenticular Cloud
Small clouds hover near the summit of Mt. Fuji.
Stimulated by strong winds blowing high above, they start to grow and mutate into bamboo hats or hanging ornaments large and small.
I become totally absorbed in the two-hour performance of the clouds.
Double Lenticular Cloud
Double Lenticular Cloud
Small clouds hover near the summit of Mt. Fuji.
Stimulated by strong winds blowing high above, they start to grow and mutate into bamboo hats or hanging ornaments large and small.
I become totally absorbed in the two-hour performance of the clouds.
Double Lenticular Cloud
Double Lenticular Cloud
Small clouds hover near the summit of Mt. Fuji.
Stimulated by strong winds blowing high above, they start to grow and mutate into bamboo hats or hanging ornaments large and small.
I become totally absorbed in the two-hour performance of the clouds.
Late Fall at Lake Motosu
The sunrise, the inverted image of Mt. Fuji, the lake frozen over, plentiful snow as can been seen at Hakuba…
These are the sights that you can rarely see at Lake Motosu.
This year I paid frequent visits to the lake in hopes of capturing a scene befitting its magnificence.
The thin clouds diffuse the light from the rising sun, creating a soft and comfortable glow.
It is daybreak in late fall, and the crisp morning air gently wraps my body.
Late Fall at Lake Motosu
The sunrise, the inverted image of Mt. Fuji, the lake frozen over, plentiful snow as can been seen at Hakuba…
These are the sights that you can rarely see at Lake Motosu.
This year I paid frequent visits to the lake in hopes of capturing a scene befitting its magnificence.
The thin clouds diffuse the light from the rising sun, creating a soft and comfortable glow.
It is daybreak in late fall, and the crisp morning air gently wraps my body.
Late Fall at Lake Motosu
The sunrise, the inverted image of Mt. Fuji, the lake frozen over, plentiful snow as can been seen at Hakuba…
These are the sights that you can rarely see at Lake Motosu.
This year I paid frequent visits to the lake in hopes of capturing a scene befitting its magnificence.
The thin clouds diffuse the light from the rising sun, creating a soft and comfortable glow.
It is daybreak in late fall, and the crisp morning air gently wraps my body.
Pure Snow
The snowfall at night and the cold of early morning has made the air so crisp and clear.
A feeling of lively tension pervades the lake.
Soon the winter sun will shine over the silver white snow.
Pure Snow
The snowfall at night and the cold of early morning has made the air so crisp and clear.
A feeling of lively tension pervades the lake.
Soon the winter sun will shine over the silver white snow.
Pure Snow
The snowfall at night and the cold of early morning has made the air so crisp and clear.
A feeling of lively tension pervades the lake.
Soon the winter sun will shine over the silver white snow.
An Invigorating Autumn Lake
What a gorgeous daybreak it is.
The exquisite touch of Nature’s paintbrush has amazed me so often.
The perfect brushwork and choice of colors; I am struck by its profoundness each time I see.
Ah, I wonder where my next encounter will be.
An Invigorating Autumn Lake
What a gorgeous daybreak it is.
The exquisite touch of Nature’s paintbrush has amazed me so often.
The perfect brushwork and choice of colors; I am struck by its profoundness each time I see.
Ah, I wonder where my next encounter will be.
An Invigorating Autumn Lake
What a gorgeous daybreak it is.
The exquisite touch of Nature’s paintbrush has amazed me so often.
The perfect brushwork and choice of colors; I am struck by its profoundness each time I see.
Ah, I wonder where my next encounter will be.
The Advent
On the second day of New Year, after watching the sunrise at Takazasuyama, I drive my car towards Lake Motosu.
If the temperature drops more than 10 degrees below freezing, a morning mist should appear at the Lake.
Last night’s snow has covered the barren ground of rocks created by an ancient lava flow. I have trouble finding my steps.
After stumbling so many times, I finally arrive at my planned shooting point.
At this time of year the sun rises close to the northern ridge of Mt. Fuji and illuminates the mountain from the back.
The sun’s rays will infuse Lake Motosu and create the most majestic of scenes that can be witnessed throughout the year.
My plan is to capture the sparkling surface of the lake and the lingering morning mist.
I fix the shutter-speed of my camera and take shots one by one, each time opening the aperture a little more than before.
In the cold and clear silence, the sound of the shutter echoes across the lakeshore.
The Advent
On the second day of New Year, after watching the sunrise at Takazasuyama, I drive my car towards Lake Motosu.
If the temperature drops more than 10 degrees below freezing, a morning mist should appear at the Lake.
Last night’s snow has covered the barren ground of rocks created by an ancient lava flow. I have trouble finding my steps.
After stumbling so many times, I finally arrive at my planned shooting point.
At this time of year the sun rises close to the northern ridge of Mt. Fuji and illuminates the mountain from the back.
The sun’s rays will infuse Lake Motosu and create the most majestic of scenes that can be witnessed throughout the year.
My plan is to capture the sparkling surface of the lake and the lingering morning mist.
I fix the shutter-speed of my camera and take shots one by one, each time opening the aperture a little more than before.
In the cold and clear silence, the sound of the shutter echoes across the lakeshore.
The Advent
On the second day of New Year, after watching the sunrise at Takazasuyama, I drive my car towards Lake Motosu.
If the temperature drops more than 10 degrees below freezing, a morning mist should appear at the Lake.
Last night’s snow has covered the barren ground of rocks created by an ancient lava flow. I have trouble finding my steps.
After stumbling so many times, I finally arrive at my planned shooting point.
At this time of year the sun rises close to the northern ridge of Mt. Fuji and illuminates the mountain from the back.
The sun’s rays will infuse Lake Motosu and create the most majestic of scenes that can be witnessed throughout the year.
My plan is to capture the sparkling surface of the lake and the lingering morning mist.
I fix the shutter-speed of my camera and take shots one by one, each time opening the aperture a little more than before.
In the cold and clear silence, the sound of the shutter echoes across the lakeshore.
The Lapis Colored Daybreak
The Lapis Colored Daybreak
Just when the pitch dark night is about to be taken over by the break of day,
a moment arrives when you can feel the link between yourself and the universe.
Beyond the lapis colored atmosphere, the spirit of the universe floats invitingly,
as if the gates of an unknown world await.
The Lapis Colored Daybreak
The Lapis Colored Daybreak
Just when the pitch dark night is about to be taken over by the break of day,
a moment arrives when you can feel the link between yourself and the universe.
Beyond the lapis colored atmosphere, the spirit of the universe floats invitingly,
as if the gates of an unknown world await.
The Lapis Colored Daybreak
The Lapis Colored Daybreak
Just when the pitch dark night is about to be taken over by the break of day,
a moment arrives when you can feel the link between yourself and the universe.
Beyond the lapis colored atmosphere, the spirit of the universe floats invitingly,
as if the gates of an unknown world await.
Jipang
A typical image of Japan as might be seen in a traditional Yamato-e painting.
Unfortunately, the cherry blossoms were not in ideal condition or color that year.
Yet, with the cloudless blue sky serving as a perfect background, this scene will surely cause every Japanese to feel fortunate to be born in this country.
“Asked what the true Japanese spirit is like,
I would answer,
it is the mountain cherry blossoms
smelling in the rising sun.”
(Haiku by Motoori Norinaga, translated by Takashi Norin)
The words of a forefather stir my emotions.
Jipang
A typical image of Japan as might be seen in a traditional Yamato-e painting.
Unfortunately, the cherry blossoms were not in ideal condition or color that year.
Yet, with the cloudless blue sky serving as a perfect background, this scene will surely cause every Japanese to feel fortunate to be born in this country.
“Asked what the true Japanese spirit is like,
I would answer,
it is the mountain cherry blossoms
smelling in the rising sun.”
(Haiku by Motoori Norinaga, translated by Takashi Norin)
The words of a forefather stir my emotions.
Jipang
A typical image of Japan as might be seen in a traditional Yamato-e painting.
Unfortunately, the cherry blossoms were not in ideal condition or color that year.
Yet, with the cloudless blue sky serving as a perfect background, this scene will surely cause every Japanese to feel fortunate to be born in this country.
“Asked what the true Japanese spirit is like,
I would answer,
it is the mountain cherry blossoms
smelling in the rising sun.”
(Haiku by Motoori Norinaga, translated by Takashi Norin)
The words of a forefather stir my emotions.
