If you are ever in Nijmegen (NL), be sure to visit the Velorama Bicycle museum!
If you are ever in Nijmegen (NL), be sure to visit the Velorama Bicycle museum!
A clown’s point of view. Zona 3. Guatemala City. March 19th.2019.
Images on my path. The red squiggly one a view from a Frankfurt airport parking structure, and 4 from a walk at sunset down 7th avenue in New York City.
Stark images of Tsunami destruction burned into recessed corners of my mind’s eye are suddenly brought to life as the film shoot takes us to the ghost town of Tomioka, untouched since the Earthquake.Tsunami. Radiation disaster. It remains intact in full destruction mode due to atomic toxicity. Walking through the town offers eerie abandoned souls vibes and a deep sense of the tragedy. On top of the unreal images of twisted, tortured decomposing houses lining the quiet narrow streets are never-ending stacks of huge black bags of irradiated top soil in a vast cemetery of forever history along the oceanfront. One can only wonder what the plan might be. Do they think that none of the radiation went deeper into the soil over the years as the rain take the heavy particles deeper into the soil? Well I am sure it is better to get rid of the worst than to just let it sit there. Upon inquiry, I am told that the plan is to lay down plastic, and fresh soil and green house structures to farm over the top of it all…this is the story running around, and no deep journalistic inquiry. No doubt the truth is far more complex, layered than I could possibly know….the bulldozing and bagging of topsoil is happening all over the landscape as we travel through what is/was the exclusion zone around Fukushima-Daichi…
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airport bound.
majestic windmill turns gracefully
joyous amongst brothers and sisters
in a waving field of golden sunlit flowers
towering above slow river
of swirling automobiles.
a cow quartet
lush grass banquet
white and black
easy eating repose
green grass mouths
diamond heart chewing.
no small irony
that Fukushima is
the ultimate destination
of this airport bound ride.
Will there still be
mountains of tsunami debris?
invisible radiation penetration ?
forgotten elders?
sheltered fragmentation?
how foolish
to even consider
when soon
i will be there.