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O-mikuji are random fortunes written on strips of paper at Shinto shrines and Buddhist temples in Japan. After making a small offering you choose one randomly from a box (a little bit like fortune cookies).
The o-mikuji is scrolled up or folded, and unrolling the piece of paper reveals the fortune written on it. It includes a general blessing which could be anything from a Small Blessing to a Great Curse... bit of a lucky dip really.
The o-mikuji predicts the person's chances of his or her hopes coming true, of finding a good match, or generally matters of health, fortune, life, etc. When the prediction is bad, it is a custom to fold up the strip of paper and attach it to a pine tree or a wall of metal wires alongside other bad fortunes in the temple or shrine grounds. A purported reason for this custom is a pun on the word for pine tree and the verb 'to wait', the idea being that the bad luck will wait by the tree rather than attach itself to the bearer. In the event of the fortune being good, the bearer has two options: he or she can also tie it to the tree or wires so that the fortune has a greater effect or he or she can keep it for luck.
(Thanks Wikipedia)
As soon as I pointed my camera at this French bistro, a cheerful and extrovert patron adopted the pose that you see, only too happy for me to take his photo. Once I'd finished, he disappeared back inside the bar, not even pausing to look at the photo I'd taken.
We are surrounded by random events that become the catalysts for intricate chains of cause and effect. You might say that this is your Karma.
Placer County, CA
I arrive in random places
Her thin neck and translucent skin brake my reverie and I dig out my pen.
I search through all the faces
I wonder what thoughts are behind her green eyes as she looks then avoids mine ... Then looks again.
I travel in between spaces
But I can't avoid the rain , I can't defy gravity or stop you clogging up my brain.
Time passes over pages
Words dribble of the edge
Sentences implode before I get to the end
I arrive in random places
I search through all the faces.
I travel In between spaces
Time passes over pages