Words by Akiko Kurematsu

WOOD

The last of the cherry blossoms have come and gone throughout Honshu, the main island in Japan. Formonths, the cherry tree occupies the nation’s conversation – a country that is obsessed with the changing seasons, its symbolic cherry blossoms.  

We may have missed the blossoms, but photographer Martin Bruno and I are here in Tokyo in the spring season. I don’t remember the last time I was in Japan in April but still, there are scents and tastes, sounds and feelings that bring me home. I remember the start of the school year, spring uniforms, and picking azaleas. I remember bamboo shoots cooked in rice, and riding on the back of my grandfather’s truck through rows of tea bushes.

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