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Tokyo, 2005.08.10

I decided last night that I would finally get my act together and make the stop on the way to work that I've been thinking about for the past two weeks. So I left the hotel early and got on the usual train to work. This time, though, I got off the train at Hananasochu station and doubled back to take some pics of the boats that I see tethered there every morning.

They seem to be some kind of river cruising vessels, and they're all jammed in together in this little stretch of river (or canal). As seems to be the case everywhere in the city, an overpass has been built over the river, and the banks have been built up with walls and houses. So the boats are sort-of boxed in on the stretch of flotsam-heavy water.

Just the kind of thing for my XP2.

Naturally, this morning was hellishly humid, so when I pulled my camera out of the backpack, I discovered that the camera's proximity to an (unrefridgerated!) apple was enough to have the lens and viewfinder all fogged over. I hope my lenses don't get moldy, here.

rand()m quote

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.

—Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.