“Seasons can turn on a dime, somehow I forget every time” 2 weeks of surprisingly warm weather changed practically overnight. Rain fog and a severe drop in temperature hit us last week. This morning however, the sun is shining through bouncing clouds, lifting lazy fog off the pine trees, revealing the valley in a new, … Continue reading I don’t know* if God exists
Hi! … It’s been a while. Sorry about that. It’s been tumultuous lately. As most of you now, Amelia and I are living in a small study center in the Swiss alps called L’Abri. People come to study philosophy and Christianity on a personal level, while living community. Many come to get a break from … Continue reading Letter from the cow-barn
Excerpt from a Knoxville diary, sept 2013 “What is that sound?” my wife whispered … I wanted to roll over and get back to sleep, but that sound … eerie, straight out of a nightmare. I went downstairs and checked from the back door. All silence, as if nothing had happened. Wildlife tends turns silent, … Continue reading The rabbit
His voice is rusty. Hands strong and old. Takahashi Tsunebei is a craftsman. A printer. He prints rolls of cotton and silk, using the Some-Komon technique. A technique passed down through the generations, now reaching a dead end.
10 meter long lines of textil is hanging from the ceiling in neat curves. Aluminium containers with liquid are arranged in lanes. “Do come in” a voice says. “Welcome, welcome!”. 88 and full of energy. Soon, we’re inside and the city pulse fades quickly. We’re in a different world, in company with what turns out not just to be a collection of rare craftsmanship but nothing less than a National treasure.
Tsunebei explais: “Japanese craftsmanship is not as well preserved as it could be. Many specialists of all kinds are passing away these decades and they take they skills with them. Nobody can afford to learn and the government can’t be bothered”.
The movie theater was fairly barren as we walked out. It was one of those moments, where you just want to see the last bits of the rolling texts to see who … As we entered the lobby, the security officer was holding a tablet talking passionately to a customer over a coffee. We nodded as we passed, which apparently fitted him just perfectly: Continue reading “Hello Shotgun”
Hans hænder er knoklede og rutinerede. Hans stemme er rusten og livlig. Takahashi Tsunebei er ikke nogen almindelig Tokyoit. Han er 88 år og en af de sidste Some-Komon tryk-eksperter tilbage.