My mother called me over to help her clean out a house she is preparing to move into. Residing in a town she adores, a quaint old house. In its insides, rustic furniture, 2 black cats, a fox den under the sunroom, cacti and pothos grow with tenacity, and an insane amount of ham radio equipment. Scouring through the attic I found a collection of images, negatives and postives. Dusty and tucked away from its purpose. Here are a few negatives from a strangers trip to japan. Most likely the father of the old man that once resided here, His children ended up taking him to an old folks home closer to them, my mother who would help clean there was offered the house. Judging from the 3rd-gen Toyota Corona, this man's trip was taken around the mid 1960's. Seems like fun. The pictures remind me of recurring dreams where im on vacation in a foreign country. I have yet to see a person in these dreams. Everytime I wake up from them I immedietly check ticket prices and get quickly disuaded. I should give it a go sometime though
