DSC_0491 DSC_0488 IMG_0952 IMG_0942 IMG_0946 IMG_0957DSC_0484 On an overcast morning, I journeyed to the southern edge of Kyoto to climb the hillsides of Fushimi Inari, the narrow walkway draped with an endless procession of thousands of vermilion torii gates.  Walking along the path is a marvelous experience: the sharpness and immediacy of gated shadows tinged blood orange, occasionally interrupted by the swift passing footsteps, as if drifting along some other planetary existence, raptured, transported, meditative, unconscious, hallucinatory, dream-like.