The city is an endless theater of life without a plot. We spend our days as performers on the stage set of the present time, dressed in the costume of the present.When I was a university student in the 1970s, the student movement took place in the streets of the city, and until 1972, Okinawa was under the rule of the United States. After the demise of Emperor Showa, the Great East Japan Earthquake, and the Noto Peninsula Earthquake, we are standing on the stage today.
Today's stage is filled with us peering into our phones, many foreign tourists, skyscrapers being completed daily, and old houses left behind, all illuminated by the lights. If one could write a script for the stage of the future, everyone would wish to sprinkle the words “peace, equality, happiness and hope.
But, in the past 50-odd years, each moment of time that has appeared and disappeared in front of me with my camera has sometimes been tragic, but at other times it has been so beautiful and lovely that I have always wanted to look at it.But, in the past 50-odd years, each moment of time that has appeared and disappeared in front of me with my camera has sometimes been tragic, but at other times it has been so beautiful and lovely that I have always wanted to look at it. Each scene disappears the moment it appears, and when I think that it will never appear again, it is so fleeting that I wish to preserve it in photographs, at least as a beacon for the future.
