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Could use prayers for my brother-in-law Matt who went in to the hospital Saturday for massive blood clots and is in critical condition and facing more procedures.
The doctors have never seen anything like this. They are going very slowly to try to break up the clots, stop internal bleeding, giving transfusions and dealing with total blockages and liver and organ damage.
On the 28th June 1914, Archduke Franz Ferdinand was travelling to a hospital in Sarajevo when his driver took the wrong route and stopped to back up the car. As he was reversing, the car stalled in front of a cafe, where a member of the black hand terrorist group, Gavrilo Princip, happened to be buying a sandwich.
This coincidental mishap allowed Princip the opportunity to shoot and assassinate the Archduke, thus setting in motion the events of WW1.
Think about this. If Gavrilo Princip hadn't have stopped to buy a sandwich where he did on 28th June 1914, WW1 might never have happened. Tens of millions of people wouldn't have died. European nations would have put more resources into building economies. The US would have remained more isolated from the rest of the world. Germany would not have been punished at Versailles, and Hitler would not have risen to power.
When Princip stopped for that sandwich, he began a chain of events that would lead to the need for antibiotics and blood transfusions. The need for military spending, which drove the advent of nuclear energy and the internet.
If Princip didn't stop for that sandwich, many of our grandparents wouldn't have crossed paths.
Sometimes we need to remind ourselves it's the whim of a minute that can change everything.
This one is dedicated to my Brother in-law Matt who is still in the hospital fighting although thankfully out of ICU after needing another transfusion. Praying for a complete recovery and that he gets to go home soon.
Macro Mondays Theme: Stripes
The Blue Orchid so does not grow in nature. It is originally a quite white orchid. They receive the dye as for a blood transfusion through a catheter in the flower stalk. The wires run like a red stripes through the petal, while the leaves are coloured blue.
Die blaue Orchidee wächst so nicht in der Natur. Sie ist eigentlich eine ganz weiße Orchidee Wie bei einer Bluttransfusion wird ihr mit einer Nadel ein Farbstoff in den Stengel eingführt. Die Adern ziehen sich als rote Linien durch das Blütenblatt, während die Blätter blau gefärbt sind.
After recovering from the flu my laptop was taken over by gremlins, and they managed to stop me from working on it, so after consuling my doctor it was discovered it had developed a serious virus, The doctor prescribed malware tablets, which didn't work, I thought it had alzheimer's because it didn't
understand anything I said.
After a full blood transfusion and bed rest, my poor
little laptop has started to respond to my commands
again, so bear with me it's still not a 100% yet
By: Prince Moose
“I was brought into the world in case something happened to Peanut,” Moose writes. “I was summoned to provide backup, distraction, diversion and, if necessary, a spare part. Kidney, perhaps. Blood transfusion. Speck of bone marrow. This was all made explicitly clear to me from the start of life’s journey and regularly reinforced thereafter.”
~Spare~
Smile on Saturday - Portray a Book Title
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“I dream my painting and I paint my dream.”
~Vincent van Gogh~
"Let's put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town
Set 'em up, we'll be knockin' em down.
You wear a dress, baby, and I'll wear a tie.
We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky
All your scribbled lovedreams, are lost or thrown away,
Here amidst the shuffle of an overflowing day
Our love needs a transfusion so let's shoot it full of wine
Fishin' for a good time starts with throwin'in your line...
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Good night folks :-)
Happy new week ahead!
With mine your solemn spirit blends, and life no more hath separate ends
(J.G Whittier)
The Endless Season Sim
We were just two of the visitors not privileged enough to live here but fortunate enough to be able breathe the same air and soak up the same atmosphere as those lucky enough to - of that, which is Gwithian....I have always been so thankful for that. It feels almost like a transfusion that has to last us till the next visit....
Anamorphosis art installation by French artist Pascale Peyret; it is a terraced garden suspended in the air, where shoots of tradescantia (a.k.a. dragon tree) grow from glowing plastic (transfusion) bags
My sincere gratitude to all of you that have been praying for and asking about my brother-in-law Matt.
After a serious, complicated surgery where they resected 15 feet of his small intestines and left him with an iliostomy bag that he will have for 4 months before they put him back together, they sedated him and put him on a ventilator.
5 days later, they took him off sedation and then off the ventilator. The next day, they took out the NG tube and he had his first food/drink in 23 days.
He is still having to have transfusions and may have to deal with that the rest of his life.
That's the last I heard as of Monday morning. Still praying that they figure out the balance between needing to give him blood thinners so he doesn't develop more clots and him bleeding out and needing transfusions. Just so much for one person to have to go through.
Not too long before becoming young and restless, the fledgling Barn Swallow did receive an energy transfusion sufficient to sustain it during its solo flight along Rettilon Road on Bolivar Peninsula.
I'm so sorry if I'm late following all your lovely photos my friends. A few minutes after I took this image yesterday morning, my husband Trev phoned to say he was having another heart attack (which turned out to be an aortic aneurysm). I phoned for an ambulance for him immediately and the crew were at our home when Marnie and I arrived back. He's in hospital now and likely to be there for several days. He has multiple health issues and has had two blood transfusions.
Sorry if I'm not able to keep up with all your wonderful images... this is a traumatic time for us and our family members who naturally need to be kept up to date with any developments.
Fireworks are distressing Marnie too. Probably one of the worst times of the year for animals (and their human carers).
Look after yourselves please and thank you for all your support.
xx
This was taken this morning while waiting for discharge from the Blacrock Clinic hospital.
Good news and some bad: my oncologist has cancelled my last chemo, but my haemoglobin and white blood cells are low. I've had one blood transfusion but will be returning to the hospital's day unit for a check-up next Wednesday.
I have just noticed that I inadvertently posted this photo twice and have now deleted one of them. Will catch up with you all later.
The comet makes yet another appearance on a clear night next to the WBCS at Curry on the NS Kansas City District. If anybody wants to donate blood for a transfusion I could probably use it. I think I was down a quart from the skeeters that suspended me in midair during this exposure.
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Orrick, MO
Transfusión, de magia pura para el corazón
Rimel de miel pa' corregir la tristeza
Tattoo mental para marcarse la imaginación
Tragos de luz, para alegrarse la vida
Zoe lyrics
© Brian Callahan 2010 All rights reserved.
Once again blood for art. On my way home from Lansing, I saw a good sky developing. With it fading fast, I raced into Island Park, down this fishing road and set up quickly. Mosquitoes descended on me in squadrons. If the sun had been a bit higher I might have needed a transfusion.
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A kaleidoscope of allurement
Emotions soar clinging to the
The one thing
That brings fusion
His appetite never starves
Her thirst never quenched
Chills and fever spills over
Their hearts in conclusion
Passionate memories
Of all the lust
Submission for each other
To their hearts like a transfusion
She is his greatest weakness
In turn with every dawn’s light
He is her greatest strength
Kissing intertwined in all illusions
by Bambi Chicque
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Have you worn a gown yet by Son!a-Edge? Take one look at this one and run!
Run to Spoonful Of Sugar Festival....
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Lyrics:
Let's put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town
Set 'em up, we'll be knockin' em down
You wear a dress, baby, I'll wear a tie
We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky
All our scribbled love dreams, lost or thrown away
Here amidst the shuffle of an overflowin' day
Our love needs a transfusion, so let's shoot it full of wine
Fishin' for a good time starts with throwin' in your line
So, let's put a new coat of paint, on this lonesome old town
Set 'em up, set 'em up, we'll be knockin' em down
You wear a dress, baby, I'll wear a tie
We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky
Songwriters: Thomas Alan Waits
New Coat Of Paint lyrics © Fifth Floor Music, Inc.
Midjourney
Transfusions de sentiments...
Transfusiones de sentimientos...
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Stanwell Park on a foggy day with Sea cliff bridge in the distance.
I wish I could get out and do this sort of stuff again except I am confined to the house or doubled up in pain on the bed.
Another hospital visit after severe stomach pain after an iron transfusion another couple of days on a drip, another self discharge. Another ct scan - more radiation. Have curved spine, fractured hip amongst other spine issues, mild pancreatitis. Trying to bide my time at home rather than spending months in hospital while they try to figure out what is wrong with me. So more tests hopefully a specialist who thinks he may know what I have. I hope so because at this stage I have zero energy can hardly get out of a chair without help.
Copyright © Karen Pezzimenti
Title: Morning Beach
(Shot with FUJIFILM GFX50R)
Hawaii. United States. 2019. … 2 / 8
(Today’s photo. Previously unreleased.)
My new novel.
B♭ (B-flat)
I'm releasing it. This will truly be the last time I share it.
I won't release any more after this.
It's just a rough draft from the beginning — more like notes.
If you're interested, please give it a read. :)
The setting is New York.
僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
公開します。これで本当に最後の公開です。
これ以上は公開しません。
冒頭からの走り書きです。メモ程度です。
よかったら読んでください。:)
舞台はニューヨークです。
Images.
Bryony Jarman-Pinto … Water Come
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B♭ (B-Flat)
Further excerpt released. Just a rough draft from the beginning. Like a note. Please read if you'd like. :)
Setting: New York City.
Red, Yellow, Blue——
It was just past 7 p.m. when a light drizzle began to fall on East 52nd Street.
Anaya Patel leaned against the wall of the building next to Tot Ramen, where she was supposed to meet someone, and absently stared at the traffic light at the intersection to her right.
It was already July, yet the summer felt cooler than last year’s. She regretted stepping out in just a T-shirt.
When the light turned green, Anaya squinted, narrowing her gaze.
Kana, her old classmate, was waving and smiling as she ran toward her——
The flat ceiling of Madison Square Garden seemed to bulge slightly with the heat of the crowd, or so it appeared to Jack.
Cheers welcoming the presidential candidate clashed with shouts of outrage, rattling deep inside his ears.
Jack scanned the arena quickly before glancing back down at his iPhone. Several social media apps were open at once, and furious posts streamed across the screen.
One post in the bottom right corner—on Meta—caught his eye.
A death threat.
Presidential candidate Justin Bradford was about to take the stage with his fiancée, Eleanor Blake.
As a red spotlight—the color of the Republican Party—lit up the center of the stage, the couple stepped out.
And at that exact moment, a gunshot rang out.
It was subtle enough to be missed at first—but Jack heard it. Two shots.
As chaos erupted around him, Jack quietly closed his eyes, picturing the trajectory.
The first bullet—likely from his right, near the PA system. But that area should have been covered by agents from his own unit.
He calculated the second shot. It probably came from the left side of the stage.
It was aimed with precision, taking into account the positioning of both Justin and Eleanor.
There might have been a leak.
Then came a second report.
His colleague Ben Holloway’s voice, calm as ever.
The heart was missed, but both bullets had hit. One had grazed it and lodged in the epigastric area, just under the diaphragm.
Jack replied, equally calm.
“Justin’s Bombay blood. I confirmed it three days ago with Bellevue Hospital. They have reserves stored.”
Ben responded in a low voice, as if nothing had happened.
“Understood.”
Justin was rushed to Bellevue, the closest hospital to Madison Square Garden.
Jack called Elijah Kane directly from his smartphone.
Using WhatsApp or any other messaging app was strictly forbidden in the Secret Service.
Elijah answered before the first ring ended.
“Jack, it’s bad. We don’t have it. No Bombay blood.”
Jack was stunned.
“I confirmed it three days ago. I spoke directly to the person in charge—can't recall their name—but I saw the blood bags myself.”
After a pause, Elijah replied.
“That person died in a car accident yesterday.”
Anaya Patel waited for her husband Arjun at Tot Ramen.
With her was Mika (Sato), her best friend since college—Japanese.
Just as the server placed a steaming bowl of ramen in front of her, Anaya’s phone rang.
The caller ID said Bellevue Hospital.
She answered without hesitation.
Mika looked on, concerned.
“Is this Anaya Patel? I’m Sasha Wilson from Emergency.
You may have heard—Republican presidential candidate has been shot.
We need your blood.
Stay where you are. A Secret Service vehicle is en route.”
Following Mika’s gaze, Anaya turned to the display above the counter.
A live report from MSG was playing.
Then, a man in a sleek blue suit with brown skin approached her.
“I’m Rohan Shah, Secret Service.
Please come with me to the hospital.
The car is ready.”
He reached for her hand with urgency.
Just then, Anaya’s iPhone buzzed again. An unfamiliar number.
She tapped it.
“Hello?”
“Anaya Patel?”
“Yes. Who is this?”
“Jack. Jack Vance. Secret Service. I’ll be there shortly.”
“How do you know where I am?”
“We’re professionals. We have our ways.”
“But the Secret Service guy is already here.”
“No—he’s not!” Jack’s voice roared through the phone.
At that instant, the man in front of her pulled a rifle from under his jacket and aimed it at her forehead.
A small gunshot rang through the restaurant.
Anaya froze.
She couldn’t speak.
As the man collapsed to the floor, another figure emerged—also pointing a gun at her.
It was her husband, Arjun.
“Freeze! FBI!”
NYPD officers in uniform and FBI agents in gray suits stormed in.
“Hands behind your head! Get down on the floor!”
The cliché movie-like commands rang out as Anaya trembled. Mika, too.
But probably no one shook more than Arjun.
Jack arrived moments later.
“Anaya Patel!”
Still trembling, Anaya answered without looking up.
“That’s me.”
Jack, drenched in sweat, pulled her upright.
“We’re going to the hospital.”
A message from Elijah arrived with a link.
Jack, now in the passenger seat with Anaya, tossed her his iPhone.
“Open it!”
She tapped it—it appeared to be a livestream.
“Good evening, New York. And Los Angeles.
My name is Zakaria Haddad.
That’s my real name.
A few years ago, I lived in Gaza.
Now I’m in a room that mimics one you know very well.”
A man with brown skin and a beard sat in what looked almost exactly like the Oval Office.
He looked at his watch, then back at the camera.
“It’s time for breaking news.
Keep your eyes on your phones.”
Just then, an alert popped up:
BREAKING: Former Democratic President Owen Reed reportedly shot at the Los Angeles Convention Center
Zakaria bowed his head slightly and chuckled.
“A sad headline, isn’t it?
But don’t be sad, America.
In Gaza, we endured 55,000 times worse.
We lost more than 55,000 loved ones.
We wept—endlessly.”
Still looking down, he clenched his fists and slammed the desk.
When he looked up, tears glistened in his eyes.
“We do not seek money.
Nor honor through death.
All we want—
are tears.
Tears equal to the ones we shed.
Only those tears can heal us.”
Placing both elbows on the desk and clasping his hands, Zakaria gently rested his chin on them. He closed his eyes, and a heavy silence filled the room. The corners of his eyes seemed to tremble ever so slightly. Then, slowly, he began to speak.
“I am just one among fifty-five thousand. Even if I disappear, the will of fifty thousand others will remain—unchanging, undying, carried forward. I am here to give voice to that will.”
Zakaria opened the desk drawer, took out a Glock 17, and slid the action, chambering a round. He raised the gun to his temple.
A Sunni Muslim, he looked straight into the camera and spoke with a hint of sarcasm.
“God bless you. America.”
Zakaria closed his eyes and pulled the trigger straight back. A dry crack echoed through the room.
The screen cut to black in an instant.
To be continued...
Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
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3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
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Exhibition in 2025
Theme
The Nightfly
My next novel, B♭
This exhibition will reflect its imagery.
A portion of the novel will be excerpted and shared publicly.
Images
Taylor Swift – This Love [Japanese Translation]
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Mitsushiro Nakagawa
Organizer
Design Festa
Venue
Tokyo Big Sight
Date
Fall 2025
Contact
exhibition.mitsushiro.nakagawa@gmail.com
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“A.I. - About Apple’s Identity”
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### Will Apple Listen to Mark Zuckerberg’s Criticism?
I Don’t Think So—At Least Not for Someone Enchanted by the Apple Vision Pro.
Mark Zuckerberg, CEO of Meta, recently appeared on a well-known podcast, where he criticized Apple for failing to release an innovative product since the iPhone and for experiencing a decline in sales.
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消えた境界線から生まれたもの ～ 去ってゆく川村記念美術館を振り返って ～
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What Emerged from the Vanishing Boundaries~ Reflecting on the Departing Kawamura Memorial Museum ~
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8mm film of our honeymoon resurrected after decades.
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We found the 8mm film of our honeymoon for the first time in decades, and burned it onto a DVD.
On June 6, 1993, we got married, and headed straight to Nassau, Bahamas, via New York.
Our destination was the pink sand beach where the late Princess Diana went on her honeymoon.
If you're heading to the Bahamas, this might be a good reference.
The hotel we stayed at was the Ramada Hotel, which no longer exists.
My wife is showing us the hotel room.
But now you can see the beautiful scenery in real time.
When I played the DVD that arrived, it showed footage of our arrival in the Bahamas.
Please take a look if you'd like.
This time, we asked Fujifilm to make the DVD.
I'll post the link below.
Digitize videos and photos and convert them to DVDs | Fujifilm
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#Bahamas #Nassau #PinkSandBeach #Honeymoon #1993
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Important Notices.
I have relaxed the following conditions.
I will distribute my T-shirt to the world for free.
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Notice regarding "Lot No.402_”.
From now on I will host "Lot No.402_".
The work of Leonardo da Vinci who was sleeping.
That is the number when it was put up for auction.
No sign was written on the work.
So this work couldn't conclude that it was his work.
However # as a result of various appraisals # it was exposed to the sun.
A work that no one notices. A work that speaks quietly without a title.
I will continue to strive to provide it to many people in various ways.
October 24 2020 by Mitsushiro - Nakagawa.
Mitsushiro Nakagawa belong to Lot No. 402 _.Copyright©︎2025 Lot No.402_ All rights reserved.
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Profile.
In November 2014 # we caught the attention of the party selected to undertake the publicity for a mobile phone that changed the face of the world with just a single model # and will conclude a confidentiality agreement with them.
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Here’s a translated version with a style suitable for a news site introduction:
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### **Interview and Novel: My Work**
I published a book in the past.
At that time, I uploaded my interview as a PDF online, both in Japanese and English.
Now, I am making it available for free.
More details can be found on Amazon.
**Writing a Novel.**
**Photography Techniques.**
**The Sense of Distance Between the Creator and the Work.**
These all share a common theme.
I put into words the things I felt and left them behind as a record.
I hope my text reaches many readers.
Thank you.
**Mitsushiro**
🔗 **[Access the Files Here](drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...)**
### **Contents**
📄 **1. Interview (English Version)**
📖 **2. Novel: *Unforgettable* (English Version)**
📄 **3. Interview (Japanese Version)**
📖 **4. Novel: *Unforgettable* (Japanese Version)**
*(This novel is dedicated to future artists.)*
*(456 pages in Japanese manuscript format.)*
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### **Synopsis**
Kei Kitami, a student preparing for university entrance exams, meets Kaori Kamimura, an event companion six years his senior, through social media.
Kaori has come to Tokyo with a dream—to befriend famous artists.
To achieve this, she needs the influence of Ryo Osawa, a well-known radio producer.
During a live radio broadcast, Osawa speaks directly to Kaori:
*"I have a wife and child. But still, I want to see you."*
Meanwhile, Rika Sanjo, Kei’s classmate who secretly harbors feelings for him, is closely watching Kaori’s every move...
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Main story
There are two reasons why a person faces the sea.
One to enjoy a slice of shine in the sea like children bubbling over in the beach.
The other to brush the dust of memory like an old man who misses old days staring at the shine
quietly.
Those lead to only one meaning though they do not seem to overlap. It’s a rebirth.
I face myself to change tomorrow a vague day into something certain.
That is the meaning of a rebirth.
I had a very sweet girlfriend when I was 18.
After she left I knew the meaning of gentleness for the first time and also a true pain of loss. After
she left # how many times did I depend too much on her # doubt her # envy her and keep on telling lies
until I realized it is love?
I wonder whether a nobody like me could have given something to her who was struggling in the
daily life in those days. Giving something is arrogant conceit. It is nothing but self-satisfaction.
I had been thinking about such a thing.
However I guess what she saw in me was because I had nothing. That‘s why she tried to see
something in me. Perhaps she found a slight possibility in me # a guy filled with ambiguous unstable
tomorrow. But I wasted days depending too much on her gentleness.
Now I finally can convey how I felt in those days when we met.
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iBooks. Electronic Publishing. It is free now.
0.about the iBooks.
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3. Streamlined trajectory.(For Japanese only.)
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My Novel : Unforgettable'
(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
Kei Kitami, a student preparing for university entrance exams, meets Kaori Kamimura, an event companion six years his senior, through social media.
Kaori has come to Tokyo with a dream—to befriend famous artists.
To achieve this, she needs the influence of Ryo Osawa, a well-known radio producer.
During a live radio broadcast, Osawa speaks directly to Kaori:
*"I have a wife and child. But still, I want to see you."*
Meanwhile, Rika Sanjo, Kei’s classmate who secretly harbors feelings for him, is closely watching Kaori’s every move...
Mitsushiro Nakagawa
All Translated by Yumi Ikeda .
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U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin
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Main story
There are two reasons why a person faces the sea.
One to enjoy a slice of shine in the sea like children bubbling over in the beach.
The other to brush the dust of memory like an old man who misses old days staring at the shine
quietly.
Those lead to only one meaning though they do not seem to overlap. It’s a rebirth.
I face myself to change tomorrow a vague day into something certain.
That is the meaning of a rebirth.
I had a very sweet girlfriend when I was 18.
After she left I knew the meaning of gentleness for the first time and also a true pain of loss. After
she left # how many times did I depend too much on her # doubt her # envy her and keep on telling lies
until I realized it is love?
I wonder whether a nobody like me could have given something to her who was struggling in the
daily life in those days. Giving something is arrogant conceit. It is nothing but self-satisfaction.
I had been thinking about such a thing.
However I guess what she saw in me was because I had nothing. That‘s why she tried to see
something in me. Perhaps she found a slight possibility in me # a guy filled with ambiguous unstable
tomorrow. But I wasted days depending too much on her gentleness.
Now I finally can convey how I felt in those days when we met.
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Title of my book : unforgettable'
Author : Mitsushiro Nakagawa
Out Now.
ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
in Amazon.
Unforgettable’ amzn.asia/d/eG1wNc5
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The schedule of the next novel.
Still would stand all time. (Unforgettable '2)
(It will not go away forever)
Please give me some more time. That is Japanese.
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My Works.
1 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48072442376/in/dateposted...
2 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48078949821/in/dateposted...
3 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48085863356/in/dateposted...
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Do you want to hear my voice?
:)
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About the composition of the picture posted to Flicker. First type.
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About the composition of the picture posted to Flicker. Second type.
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About when I started Fotolog. Architect 's point of view.
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Why did not you have a camera so far?
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What is the coolest thing? The photo is as it is.
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About the current YouTube bar. I also want to tell # I want to leave.
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About Japanese photographers. Japanese YouTube bar is Pistols.
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The composition of the photograph is sensibility. Meet the designers in Milan. Two questions.
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What is a good composition? What is a bad composition?
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What is the time to point the camera? It is slow if you are looking into the viewfinder or display.
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Family photos. I can not take pictures with others. The inside of the subject.
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About YouTube 's photographer. Camera technology etc. Sensibility is polished by reading books.
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About the Japanese newspaper. A picture of a good newspaper is Reuters. If you continue to look at useless photographs # it will be useless.
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About Japanese photographers. About the exhibition.
Summary. I wrote a novel etc. What I want to tell the most.
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I talked about how to make a work.
About work production 1/2
About work production 2/2
1 Photo exhibition up to that point. Did you want to go?
2 Well # what is an exhibition that you want to visit even if you go there?
3 Challenge to exhibit one work every month before opening a solo exhibition at the Harajuku Design Festa.
4 works are materials and silhouettes. Similar to fashion.
5 Who is your favorite artist? What is it? Make it clear.
6 Creating a collage is exactly the same as taking photos. As I wrote in the interview # it is the same as writing a novel.
7 I want to show it to someone # but I do not make a piece to show it. Aim for the work you want to decorate your own room as in the photo.
8 What is copycat? Nowadays # it is suspected to be beaten. There is something called Mimesis?
kotobank.jp/word/Mimesis-139464
9 What is Individuality? What is originality?
www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/
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Explanation of composition. 2
1.Composition explanation 2 ... 1/4
2.Composition explanation 2 ... 2/4
3.Composition Explanation 2 ... 3/4
4.Composition Explanation 2 ... 4/4
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My shutter feeling.
Today's photo.
It is a photo taken from Eurostar.
This video is an explanation.
I went to Milan in 2005.
At that time # I went from Milan to Venice.
We took Eurostar into the transportation.
This photo was not taken from a very fast Eurostar.
When I changed the track # I took a picture at the moment I slowed down.
Is there a Japanese beside you?
Please have my video translated.
:)
In the Eurostar to Venice . 2005. shot ... 1 / 2
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/49127115021/in/dateposted...
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Miles Davis sheet 1955-1976.
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
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flickr.
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/
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instagram.
www.instagram.com/mitsushiro_nakagawa/
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Pinterest.
www.pinterest.jp/MitsushiroNakagawa/
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YouPic
youpic.com/photographer/mitsushironakagawa/
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twitter.
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facebook.
www.facebook.com/mitsushiro.nakagawa
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threads.
www.threads.net/@mitsushiro_nakagawa
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Blue sky.
bsky.app/profile/mitsushironakagawa.bsky.social
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Amazon.
www.amazon.co.jp/gp/profile/amzn1.account.AHSKI3YMYPYE5UE...
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My Statistics (as of May 12, 2025)
Flickr and YouPic views:
Flickr 25,354,244 View
Youpic 8,533,634 View
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My statistics (as of December 15, 2024)
How many views have you had on Flickr and Youpic
Flickr 24,260,172 Views
Youpic 7,957,826 Views
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My statistics (as of August 1, 2024)
How many views have I had on Flickr and Youpic
Flickr 23,192,383 Views
Youpic 7,574,603 Views
My statistics. (As of February 7, 2024)
What is the number of accesses to Flickr and YouPic
Flickr 21,694,434 Views
Youpic 7,003,230 Views
What is the number of accesses to Flickr and YouPic?
(As of November 13, 2023)
Flickr 20,852,872 View
Youpic 6,671,486 View
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Japanese is the following.
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
Title of my book unforgettable' Mitsushiro Nakagawa Out Now. ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
Mitsushiro Nakagawa belong to Lot No. 204 _ . Copyright©︎2024 Lot No.402_ All rights reserved.
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Title.
朝の砂浜。
( FUJIFILM GFX50R shot )
ハワイ。アメリカ。2019. … 2 / 8
(今日の写真。それは未発表です。）
僕は小説のタイトルを決定しました。
僕の新しい小説のタイトル。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
僕はもう少し書き加えました。
:)
Images.
Bryony Jarman-Pinto … Water Come
youtu.be/z1ZAkZ5bSLs?si=56ao-cHyPzpnDsgp
::写真の音楽とiTunesプレイリストをリンク::
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/photo-music/pl.u-Eg8qefpy8Xz
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
さらに公開します。
冒頭からの走り書きです。メモ程度です。
よかったら読んでください。:)
舞台はニューヨークです。
— 赤、黄色、青ーーー
イースト５２ndストリートに小雨が舞いはじめたのは、午後七時過ぎだった。
アナヤ・パテルは、待ち合わせたトットラーメンのとなりのビルの壁面にもたれ、右手に見える十字路の信号機をぼんやり眺めていた。もう７月だというのに、昨年よりも冷夏に感じ、Tシャツ一枚で出かけてきたことを後悔していた。
十字路の信号が青に変わると、アナは目を細め、凝視した。同級生のカナがこちらへ手を振りながら微笑み、駆け寄ってきていた——
マジソンスクエアガーデンの平坦な天井は、吐き出された人の熱気でいつもより膨らんでいるように、ジャックには見えた。大統領候補を歓迎する声とそれを罵倒する叫び声が錯綜し、鼓膜の奥を揺らしていた。
ジャックは、軽く場内の隅々まで目を凝らしてから、再びアイフォンに目を落とした。画面には、いくつかのSNSが同時に広がっており、それぞれが激しい書き込みによって文字が流れてゆく。
右下の、メタの書き込みに、ジャックは目を留めた。殺害予告だ。
大統領候補のジャスティン・ブラッドフォードは、フィアンセのエリノア・ブレイクとともに間も無くステージに立つ。
共和党を示す赤い光がステージ中央に差し込むと、二人は同時に現れた。
と、同時に、銃声が響いた。
一聴しただけでは気づかなかったがジャックの耳は聴き分けた。弾は二発だ。
騒然とした場内をよそに、ジャックは静かに目を閉じた。発射音から着弾までを想像した。
一発目の弾は、ジャックの右手、たぶん、PA近辺からだ。しかし、ジャックと同じ配属のシークレットサービスが張り込んでいたはずだ。もうひとつの弾丸をジャックは再び目を閉じて計算した。
弾は、たぶん、ステージ左手側からだ。ジャスティンとエリノアの二人の立ち位置を計算しているようだ。ひょっとしたら情報が漏れていたかもしれない。
ジャックの耳に第２報が入った。同僚のベン・ホロウェイの冷静な声だ。心臓ははずれたものの、2発の弾丸が打ち込まれていた。弾は心臓をかすめ、心窩部、ちょうど横隔膜の下に食い込んでいた。
ジャックも冷静に、ベンへ伝えた。
「ジャスティンはボンベイブラッドだ。三日前にベルビュー病院に確認した。予備の血液は保管されている」
ベンは、何事もなかったかのように、わかったと静かにいった。
マジソンスクエアガーデンにもっとも近いベルビュー病院に、ジャスティンを運び込む。ジャックは、病院で控えているイライジャ・ケインにスマートフォンから直接電話した。シークレットサービスではもちろんワッツアップなどのSNSはご法度だ。
ワンコールが切れる前にすぐイライジャは反応した。
「ジャック、大変だ。血液がない。ボンベイブラッドがないんだ」
ジャックは、耳を疑った。
「三日前に、俺は直接担当の、名前は忘れたな。とにかく目の前でブラッドバッグを確認したぞ」
イライジャは、数秒の沈黙の後、応えた。
「その血液の管理者は、きのう、交通事故で亡くなったんだ」
アナヤ・パテルは、夫のアルジュンをトットラーメンで待った。
学生時代からの親友、ミカ（佐藤）（日本人）も一緒だ。
店員が、アナヤの目の前にラーメンを差し出したとき、スマートフォンが鳴った。
登録してあるベルビュー病院からだった。
アナヤは、躊躇わずに出た。着信を見たミカは不安げにアナヤを見守った。
「アナヤ・パテルさんですか？ 私は救急部のサーシャウィルソンと言います。すでにご存知かもしれませんが、共和党大統領候補が撃たれました。あなたの血が必要です。すぐに病院へ来てください。シークレットサービスの車が迎えに行きます。動かないでください」
アナヤは、呆然としているミカの視線を追って、背後を振り返った。カウンターのちょうど左上に下がったディスプレイには、MSGの現在が男性レポーターによって放映されている。
アナは開いた入り口に目を移した。青い、洗練されたスーツをまとった褐色の肌の男性が、足早にアナに寄ってきた。
「シークレットサービスのロハン・シャーと言います。私と一緒に病院へ来てください。外に車を用意してあります」
彼は真剣な眼差しでアナへ伝え、手を引こうとした瞬間、アナのアイフォンが再び震えた。番号だけ浮かびあがっている。登録されていないようだ。アナは慌てて、タッチした。
「はい」
「アナヤ・パテルさん？」
「ええ、あなたは？」
「ジャック。ジャック・ヴァンス。シークレットサービスです。もうすぐそちらへ到着します」
「わたしの場所をどうやって？」
「わたしたちはプロだ。あらゆる手段を用意しています」
「もう、シークレットサービスの人が来てるわ」
ジャックの、違う！ という怒声が響いた瞬間、目の前の男性はスーツの内から小銃を引き抜き、アナの額に向けた。
店内に小さな銃声が響いた。
アナは、震えることすら忘れ、言葉を失い、放心していた。
目の前の男性がゆっくり床へ崩れると、夫のアルジュンが、やはりアナに銃を向けて現れた。
「フリーズ！FBI ！」
数人の制服を着たNYPDとグレイのスーツを纏ったFBIが叫んだ。
「全員、手を頭の後ろに回して床に伏せろ！」
映画のようなお決まりのセリフに、アナは震えていた。もちろん、ミカも。たぶん、アナの夫のアルジュンが最も震えていただろう。
遅れて、ジャックが店内に向け、叫んだ。
「アナヤ・パテル！」
アナは、見上げることなく、そのままに応えた。足がまだ震えている。
「わたしです」
額に汗を浮かべたジャックは、アナの身を起こすと、いった。
「すぐに病院へ行く」
病院にいるイライジャから、リンク付きのメッセージが届いた。
助手席に乗り込んだアナへジャックはアイフォンを放り投げると、リンク先を開け、と叫んだ。
慌てて、アナが触れると、どうやら生放送のようだった。
「こんばんわ、ニューヨーク。そしてロサンゼルス。私の名前はザカリア・ハッダード。本名だ。
数年前、ガザに住んでいた。今は、みなさんがよく目にする部屋を真似た部屋に私はいる」
褐色の、顎髭をたくわえたザカリアは、アメリカ大統領執務室とほとんど同じ部屋の椅子に座っていた。
腕時計にゆっくり目を落としてから、再び、カメラに視線を向けた。
「そろそろブレイキングニュースだ。スマートフォンの速報に注目して欲しい」
ザカリアがそういった途端、速報が流れた。
【民主党前大統領のオーウェン・リードがロサンゼルス・コンベンション・センターで銃撃された模様です】
ザカリアは、一瞬俯いて笑いを堪えながらいった。
「悲しい速報じゃないか。アメリカのみなさん。でもどうか悲しまないで欲しい。私が経験したガザではこの55,000倍だ。55,000人以上の大切な人を失い、そして、涙を流した」
ザカリアは、再び俯いたまま、両手を固く握りしめ、力強く机を叩きつけた。
顔を上げたザカリアの目にはうっすらと涙が溢れていた。
「私たちは、お金を求めない。また、死による名誉も求めない。私たちが欲しいのは、55,000人が流した涙と同じだけの涙だ。流された涙と同じだけの涙だけが、私たちを癒す」
両肘を机につき、両手を組むと、ザカリアは静かに顎を乗せた。目を閉じて、しばらく沈黙が続いた。目尻が細かく震えているようだった。そのままゆっくり口を開いた。
「55,000人のうちの私はひとりに過ぎない。私が消えても５万人もの意思は決して消えず、引き継がれる。私は、私たちの意思をここに表明するためにいる」
ザカリアは、机の引き出しから、グロック１７を取り出すと、スライドしてチャンバーに弾を流した。そして、自分のこめかみに向けた。
スンニ派である彼は、まっすぐにカメラを見つめ、皮肉混じりにいった。
「神のご加護を。アメリカ」
ザカリアは、目を閉じると、トリガーを真っ直ぐに引いた。乾いた音が部屋に響いた。映像は、瞬時に黒へ切り替わった。
つづく。
メモ
1
「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
2
2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
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Shots fired at Trump rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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２０２5年の展示
テーマ
The Nightfly
僕の次の小説。B♭（ビーフラット）
そのイメージになります。
小説の一部分を抜粋し、公開します。
Images.
Taylor Swift … This Love 【和訳】
youtu.be/PfJzQuqWSSE?si=Y2g0HzhoVjnR46zS
Mitsushiro - Nakagawa
主催
デザインフェスタ
場所
東京ビッグサイト
日程
2025年 秋。
exhibition.mitsushiro.nakagawa@gmail.com
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重要なお知らせ。
僕は以下の条件を緩和します。
僕はTシャツを無料で世界中へ配布します。
m.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/50656401427/in/dateposted-p...
m.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/50613367691/in/dateposted-p...
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タイトル
“” A.I. アップルのアイデンティティについて””
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54271473379/in/dateposted...
マークザッカーバーグ氏の批判に、アップルは耳を傾けるだろうか。
僕にはそう思えない。アップルヴィジョンプロに夢を見せられた僕には。
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新婚旅行の8mmフィルムを数十年ぶりに復活😃
youtu.be/zH-dG7bMeL4?si=yLF5_f1m-LhAVdPp
新婚旅行の8mmフィルムが数十年ぶりに出てきて、DVDに焼きました。
１９９３年６月６日、僕らは結婚し、そのままニューヨークを経由して、バハマのナッソーへ向かいました。
目的地は、亡くなられたダイアナ妃が新婚旅行へ向かったピンクサンドビーチです。
もしもこれからバハマへ向かうならば、参考に見てもよいかもしれません。
泊まったホテルは、今はもうないラマダホテル。
妻がホテルの部屋を紹介しています。
でも、今はリアルタイムで美しい景色が見られますね。
届いたDVDを再生したら、バハマに到着したところからの映像でした。
もしもよかったら見てください。
今回、DVD化を依頼した場所は、富士フィルムさんです。
下にリンクを貼っておきます。
ビデオや写真をデータ化しDVDに変換 | 富士フイルム
fujifilmmall.jp/conversion/?_gl=1*1smvac9*_gcl_au*NTA1NDU....
#バハマ #ナッソー #ピンクサンドビーチ #新婚旅行 #1993
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” Lot No.402_ ” に関するお知らせ。
今後、僕は、” Lot No.402_ ”を主催します。
このロットナンバーは、眠っていたレオナルドダヴィンチの作品がオークションにかけらた際に付されたものです。
作品にはサインなどがいっさい記されていなかったため、彼の作品だと断定できませんでした。
しかし、様々な鑑定の結果、陽の光を浴びました。
誰にも気づかれない作品。肩書がなくとも静かに語りかける作品。
僕はこれから様々な形で、多くの皆様に提供できるよう努めてゆきます。
2020年10月24日 by Mitsushiro - Nakagawa.
Copyright©︎2021 Lot No.402_ All rights reserved.
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プロフィール
2014年11月、たった1機種で世界を塗り替えた携帯電話の広告を請け負った選考者の目に留まり、秘密保持同意書を結ぶ。
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
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インタビューと小説。
僕の本について。
僕は、昔に本を出版しました。
その際に、僕のインタビューをPDFでネット上へアップロードしていました。
その日本語と英語。
僕は、無料でを公開します。
詳細は、アマゾンのサイトへ解説しました。
小説の書き方。
写真の撮影方法。
作品への距離感。
これらはすべて共通項があります。
僕は、僕が感じたことを文章にして、残しました。
僕のテキストが多くの人に読んでもらえることを望みます。
ありがとう。
Mitsushiro.
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
１ インタビュー 英語版
２ 小説。unforgettable’ 英語版。
３ インタビュー 日本語版
４ 小説。unforgettable’ 日本語版。(この小説は未来のアーティストへ捧げます)
(四百字詰め原稿用紙４５６枚)
あらすじ
大学を目指している北見ケイは、SNS上で、6歳年上のイベントコンパニオン、上村香織に出会う。
上京してきた香織の夢は、有名なアーティストの友達になるためだ。
そのためにはラジオ局のプロデューサー、大沢亮の存在が必要だった。
大沢は、ラジオの生放送中、香織へ語りかける。
「僕には妻子がある。しかし、僕は君に会いたいと思っている」
ケイの同級生で、彼を想っている三條里香は、香織の動向を探っていた。。。。。
本編
人が海へ向かう理由には、二つある。
ひとつは、波打ち際ではしゃぐ子供のように、今の瞬間の海の輝きを楽しむこと。
もうひとつは、その輝きを静かに見据えて、過ぎ去った日々を懐かしむ老人のように記憶の埃を払うこと。
二つは重なり合わないようではあるけれども、たったひとつの意味しか生まない。
再生だ。
明日っていう、曖昧な日を確実なものへと変えてゆくために、自分の存在に向き合う。
それが再生の意味だ。
十八歳だった僕には大切な人がいた。
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
５ 流線形の軌跡。 日本語のみ。
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
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iBooks.電子出版。（現在は無料）
0.about the iBooks.
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
1.unforgettable’ ( ENG.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216576828?ls=1&...
2.unforgettable’ ( JNP.ver.)(この小説は未来のアーティストへ捧げます)
itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216584262?ls=1&...
3.流線形の軌跡。
itunes.apple.com/us/book/%E6%B5%81%E7%B7%9A%E5%BD%A2%E3%8...
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僕の小説。英語版
My Novel Unforgettable' (This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
Mitsushiro Nakagawa
All Translated by Yumi Ikeda .
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Fin.
images.
U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related
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Title of my book : unforgettable'
Author : Mitsushiro Nakagawa
Out Now.
ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
in Amazon.
Unforgettable’ amzn.asia/d/eG1wNc5
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僕の作品。
1 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48072442376/in/dateposted...
2 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48078949821/in/dateposted...
3 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48085863356/in/dateposted...
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あなたは僕の声を聞きたいですか？
:)
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フリッカーへ投稿した写真の構図について。１種類目。
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フリッカーへ投稿した写真の構図について。２種類目。
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Fotologを始めた時について。 建築家の視点。
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なぜ、今までカメラを手にしなかったのか？
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何が一番かっこいいのか？ 写真はありのままに。
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現在のユーチューバーについて。僕も伝え、残したい。
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日本人の写真家について。日本のユーチューバーはピストルズ。
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写真の構図は、感性。ミラノのデザイナーに会って。二つの質問。
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良い構図とは？ 悪い構図とは？
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カメラを向ける時とは？ ファインダーやディスプレイを覗いていては遅い。
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家族写真。他人では撮れない。被写体の内面。
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ユーチューブの写真家について。カメラの技術等。感性は、本を読むことで磨く。
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日本の新聞について。良い新聞の写真はロイター。ダメな写真を見続けるとダメになる。
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日本の写真家について。その展示について。
まとめ。僕が書いた小説など。僕が最も伝えたいこと。
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作品制作について 1/2
作品制作について 2/2
１ それまでの写真展。自分は行きたいと思ったか？
２ じゃ、自分が足を運んででも行きたい展示とは何か？
３ 原宿デザインフェスタで個展を開くまでに、毎月ひとつの作品を展示することにチャレンジ。
４ 作品とは、素材とシルエット。ファッションと似ている。
５ 自分が好きなアーティストは誰か？ どんなものなのか？ そこをはっきりさせる。
６ コラージュの作成も写真の撮り方と全く同じ。インタビューに書いたように小説の書き方とも同じ。
７ 誰かに見せたい、見せるがために作品は作らない。写真と同じように自分の部屋に飾りたい作品を目指す。
８ パクリとは何か？ 昨今、叩かれるパクリ疑惑。ミメーシスとは？
https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/ミメーシス
https://kotobank.jp/word/ミメーシス-139464
９ 個性とはなにか？ オリジナリティってなに？
おまけ 眞子さまについて
という流れです。
お時間がある方は是非聴いてください。
:)
www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/
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構図の解説２
1.構図の解説２ ... 1/4
2.構図の解説２ ... 2/4
3.構図の解説２ ... 3/4
4.構図の解説２ ... 4/4
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僕のシャッター感覚
In the Eurostar to Venice . 2005. shot ... 1 / 2
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Miles Davis sheet 1955-1976.
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flickr.
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/
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YouTube.
www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/
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instagram.
www.instagram.com/mitsushiro_nakagawa/
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Pinterest.
www.pinterest.jp/MitsushiroNakagawa/
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YouPic
youpic.com/photographer/mitsushironakagawa/
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fotolog
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twitter.
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facebook.
www.facebook.com/mitsushiro.nakagawa
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threads.
www.threads.net/@mitsushiro_nakagawa
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Blue sky.
bsky.app/profile/mitsushironakagawa.bsky.social
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Amazon.
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僕の統計（2025年5月12日現在）
フリッカー、ユーピクのアクセス数は？
Flickr 25,354,244 View
Youpic 8,533,634 View
x.com/mitsushiro/status/1921858836618481746
僕の統計。（2024年12月15日現在）
フリッカー、ユーピクのアクセス数は？
Flickr 24,260,172 View
Youpic 7,957,826 View
x.com/mitsushiro/status/1868185157909582014
僕の統計。（2024年8月1日現在）
フリッカー、ユーピクのアクセス数は？
Flickr 23,192,383 View
Youpic 7,574,603 View
僕の統計。（2024年2月7日現在）
フリッカー、ユーピクのアクセス数は？
Flickr 21,694,434 View
Youpic 7,003,230 View
僕の統計。（2023年11月13日現在）
フリッカー、ユーピクのアクセス数は？
Flickr 20,852,872 View
Youpic 6,671,486 View
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Japanese is the following.
Yesterday I had to say goodbye to one of the beings I've loved most in my whole life. I have no doubt that when I'm at the end of my life and look over all the people who meant the most to me, Jimmy will be right up there close to the top.
This is all I'll say about his dying - he crashed in about a week. On Saturday (9 days ago) he stayed out overnight and on Sunday morning when he came back inside he was not right. We thought heat exhaustion and dehydration. On Tuesday I took him to the vet for blood work because he still wasn't quite right. He was severely anemic. By this past Saturday (day before yesterday) he wasn't eating, purring or looking at me. Yesterday he was wobbly and vacant. When I took him to the vet, further bloodwork showed he was so anemic he would need a transfusion. The vet suspected cancer. So from start to finish, it was 8 days of not being himself and then crashing.
Now, onto celebrating his life. If you've followed me on Flickr for a while, you know that Jimmy is my shadow. The hardest part of taking his photograph is to create enough space between us that I can take his picture. He will follow me through rain and snow and I have to trick him to take the dog on a walk, otherwise, Jimmy would follow. You also know that Jimmy allowed me to dress him up in humiliating costumes and that he forgave me every time I took him to the vet to have something done - he has been a bit of a medical disaster since day one.
My comfort at this moment is that I KNOW Jimmy felt loved. He was confident of his place in my heart. We were buddies and I never once got mad at him. He was always welcome on my lap, I always had time to pet him, sing to him, snuggle with him, tell him how wonderful he was. I thank my lucky stars to have had a friend like Jimmy.
This photo was taken Saturday, the day before he died. Please look through his album and see some of the fun we've had together. It's funny, I don't want to talk about Jimmy with just anyone, but I feel like my Flickr friends knew him best. Thank you for knowing him.
Title.
HELP.
(Nikon Coolpix 8700 shot)
Manhattan. New York. USA. 2007. … 7 / 7
Images.
Ellegarden – Sliding Door
youtu.be/rM1D8SikWsk?si=FGa2sAIckb49jvoi
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My New Novel
B♭ (B Flat)
I'm sharing parts of it—maybe this is Part 6?
If you have a moment, please take a look. 😄
(Of course, this is not the final draft.)
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Scene: Domino Park, Sunday
Ana, Mika, Amir, and the children
The morning sun still cast its light at an angle across the riverside grass.
Ana and Mika were holding a workshop on a cloth spread out in a quiet corner of Domino Park. Together with the children, they gathered “fragments of memory”—sketchbooks and colored pencils, old magazines, dry leaves, acrylic paints. It was as if the lawn itself had gently laid out pieces of time gone by.
“Nadia, where did you find that photo?”
“In a box of my grandma’s things. Everything inside was all brown.”
“But it’s beautiful. Look—here…”
Ana crouched down and pointed to the edge of the sepia-toned photograph with Nadia. Reina paused what she was doing and drew closer.
Reina’s gentle eyes gazed intently at Nadia’s photograph.
“What kind of sound do you think this makes?”
Her murmur wasn’t tracing the surface of the paper, but rather searching deep into a world beyond it—a silent place only she could sense.
Nadia tilted her head slightly.
“...Sound?”
“Yeah. This brown part goes crackle-crackle. And this shadow... maybe the sound of wind stopping far away.”
Reina traced the darkest part of the photo with her finger and closed her eyes.
“When my dad disappeared, Mom said she heard the fridge stop humming. She said... sometimes the sound of something stopping is louder than when it’s there.”
She stood quietly and walked over to the paints. Mixing a little blue and a little black, she created a muted, dusty navy. She touched her brush lightly to the sketchbook, then softened the color with her fingertip.
“This is the sound after.”
What she drew looked like the trail of a shooting star. It was the lingering echo of a sound that had been silenced—something that had risen from deep within her and taken form.
Mika stepped in gently and asked, “What kind of sound is that?”
Reina didn’t smile, but her face softened.
“Maybe… the sound of Grandma trying not to cry.”
“Do you think your grandma was holding her tears back?”
Ana asked this as she smiled at Reina.
What Reina had gathered was the sound of a memory too fragile to become words.
Ana and Mika worked as Community Art Facilitators (CAF), engaging with children’s centers and senior homes. They helped orphans who had lost their parents and elderly people who had lost their youth to give shape to their memories—passing them on in a visible form.
Their goal was not to create “finished artworks,” but to make visible the passage of someone who once lived here.
—To rescue light that slipped through open palms,
to weave what remained in the net of memory,
to thread together words that were never spoken—
Arjun, Ana’s partner with whom she lived, never once opposed her work. In fact, he encouraged it. One time, Ana had asked him why he never said anything about her unstable career.
“Money? Anyone can earn that. But to create something… that’s impossible for most. Only you can do that.”
That was the moment Ana decided to share her life with him.
From beyond the dew-kissed grass at the far end of the park, a man slowly approached. His silhouette, lit from behind, looked hesitant—yet each step was sure.
It was Amir.
The children were scattered across the grass, each one quietly trying to bring “someone” from their inner world to the surface of the page. A still heat hung in the sketchbooks, along with time yet unspoken.
Amir picked up their glances one by one as he walked, finally stopping beside a young girl.
Nadia.
She kept moving her colored pencils, pretending not to notice him. She was silently pasting fragments of an old photograph onto black paper—shadows of a family whose faces were missing. Beside them, she’d painted a tiny red house.
Amir looked at it for a while, then crouched down.
“...Where is that house?”
His voice was soft. Nadia traced the red roof with her finger.
“It’s… where I used to live. But no one’s there now.”
Her voice was so quiet, it almost blended with the sound of the wind.
After a pause, Amir pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket.
“I drew one too—a house no one lives in anymore. Want to see it?”
He held out a brown-ink sketch. The door was slightly ajar, revealing nothing inside. Only the window had curtains.
Nadia took it and studied it silently. At last, she spoke.
“This window… looks like it’s open.”
Amir gave a surprised little smile.
“If that’s how it looks to you, then maybe that’s what it is.”
Ana was watching from a short distance away.
Amir’s back said nothing, but Nadia’s expression had softened, just a little.
“Good morning. Don’t you think this is a bit much for coincidence?”
Ana said with a smile, yesterday’s events tucked quietly behind her words. Amir replied with a rueful grin.
“Morning. Yeah, it’s not a coincidence. I’ve been watching you. My place is just around here.”
Ana laughed at his words and glanced over at Nadia.
“She rarely talks. Not even to Mika or me.”
With the East River at his back, Amir leaned against the railing. The breeze running along the river ruffled his hair.
“Sometimes you love something so much, you keep quiet.”
He tossed the words gently toward Ana, who leaned on the railing beside him.
“I’ll write that in my notebook,” she said.
Ana looked across the East River. Manhattan’s skyline, still half-asleep, floated faintly in the soft morning light. The buildings across the river stood silent, casting their shadows on the water as if last night’s chaos had been quietly swept away.
Some high-rises already shimmered with reflections. A thin wisp of steam rose from a chimney.
The steel arch of the Williamsburg Bridge lay between Brooklyn and Manhattan, catching the light with a dull glint.
The river breeze brushed their skin, carrying with it the faint metallic scent of salt and iron.
In the distance, a ship’s horn sounded. The morning sun flickered in patches across the water.
Behind the park rose the tower of One Domino Square—a symbol of redevelopment—slicing into the clouds.
On this Sunday morning, just awakened, the voices of children mixed quietly with the murmuring river.
This wasn’t just a backdrop. It was alive. A breathing piece of the map.
Then Ana noticed something swaying on the far side of the current.
At first, she thought it was just a plastic bag. But it floated, sank, and floated again, slowly drawing nearer.
It was cloth.
White, coarse, with a strangely sacred texture. Along the edge, faint embroidery—Arabic, perhaps. Beneath the cloth was the shape of a human body. The head sank gently, arms and legs folded as if in sleep.
The river breeze shifted.
Amid the salt, a trace of metal and blood drifted faintly through the air.
The body drifted slowly, then snagged on the reeds near the shore of Domino Park and stopped.
“...What is that?”
Ana asked, but Amir gave no reply. He just stared at the water.
The edge of the cloth lifted in the breeze, revealing the man’s cheek—pale, stiff, and yet, somehow, peaceful.
So still, it was as if he were still dreaming.
Professor Zakaria Haddad—
Ana would not learn his name until some time later.
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My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
There’s still more to come. 😃
(This is not the final draft.)
Set in New York City.
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Soundtrack.
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Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
iTunes Playlist Link::
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b/pl.u-47DJGhopxMD
Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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HELP.
( Nikon coolpix8700 shot )
マンハッタン。ニューヨーク。アメリカ。2007. … 7 / 7
Images.
Ellegarden - Sliding Door
youtu.be/rM1D8SikWsk?si=FGa2sAIckb49jvoi
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
部分的に公開しています。第６弾？
お時間があればどうぞ😄
(もちろん最終稿ではありません。)
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場面 ドミノパーク 日曜日 アナ、カナ アミール 子供たち
朝の陽射しが、川べりの芝をまだ斜めに照らしていた。
アナとミカは、ドミノパークの一角に敷いた布の上で、子どもたちと「記憶の紙片」を集めるワークショップを開いていた。スケッチブックと色鉛筆、古い雑誌、乾いた葉っぱ、アクリル絵の具。公園の芝生には、過ぎ去った時間がそっと並べられているようだった。
「ナディア、その写真、どこで見つけたの？」
「おばあちゃんの遺品の箱。ぜんぶ茶色になってた」
「でも、すごくきれい。ほら、ここ……」
アナがしゃがみ込み、ナディアと一緒に焦茶の写真の端を指差すと、レイナが手を止めて近づいた。
レイナの愛くるしい瞳が、ナディアの写真をじっと見つめた。
「これ、なんの音がすると思う？」
そう呟いた彼女の眼差しは、紙の上を辿るのではなく、紙の向こうにある音のしない世界の奥を探っているようだった。
問われたナディアは少しだけ首をかしげた。
「……音？」
「うん。茶色いとこが、パリパリって。あと、この影、ちょっと遠くで風が止まった音がする」
レイナは指で影の濃い部分をなぞり、目を閉じた。
「お父さんがいなくなった時、冷蔵庫が止まった音がしたんだって、お母さんが言ってた。…… 音って、止まる時の方が強くなるんだよ」
言いながら、レイナはそっと立ち上がり、絵の具のところへ歩いていった。
彼女は、青と黒を少しずつ混ぜ、くすんだ紺色を作った。スケッチブックに、ふわりとひと筆落とし、指先でその色を軽く引き延ばした。
「これ、音のあと」
そう言って描いたのは、尾を引いた流れ星のような線だった。レイナの内から湧いたのは、確かに音を止められた余韻で、そこに描かれていた。
ミカがそっと寄ってきて、「それ、なにの音？」と尋ねると、レイナは笑わず、でもうれしそうにいった。
「たぶん、おばあちゃんが泣かないようにしてた音」
「おばあちゃんは、泣くのを我慢していたのかな」
アナはそう返しながら、レイナに微笑んだ。
レイナが拾い上げたのは、“言葉にならなかった記憶の音”だった。
アナとミカはコミュニティアート・ファシリテーター（CAF）として、児童館や高齢者施設に関与している。両親をなんらかの形で亡くした孤児や高齢者の幼少の頃の記憶を形で留め、次へ伝達してゆく。
目的は、『完成された芸術作品』ではなく、『ここに生きた誰かの時間』を見えるようにすることだ。
ーー 手のひらからこぼれ落ちた光を救い、記憶の網目に残ったものを紡ぎ、語られなかった言葉を編む ーー
アナの活動について、同棲しているアルジュンは、決して反対せず、むしろ、賛成してくれていた。アナは、不安定な職業に何も言わないことを不思議に思って彼に尋ねたことがある。
「お金は、僕にも誰でも稼げる。でも、作品を産むのは無理だ。君にしかできないよ」
アナが彼との同棲生活を共にしようと決めた瞬間だった。
パークの奥、まだ朝露を含んだ芝の向こうから、一人の男がゆっくりと歩いてきた。
光を背にして姿を現したその輪郭は、どこかためらいがちで、それでも確かな歩幅を保っていた。
アミールだった。
芝生には、子どもたちが散り散りに座っていた。誰もが自分のなかの“誰か”を、紙の上にそっと浮かび上がらせようとしていた。静かな熱と、まだ語られていない時間が、スケッチブックの上にじっと息を潜めていた。
アミールは、視線を一つずつ拾いながら歩みを進め、やがて、ひとりの少女のそばで立ち止まった。
ナディアだった。
ナディアは気づかないふりをしたまま、色鉛筆を動かし続けていた。
彼女は言葉を使わずに、古い写真の断片を黒い紙に貼りつけていた。顔が消えた家族の影のようなもの。その横に、赤い絵の具で小さく家を描いていた。
アミールはしばらくそれを見つめ、しゃがみこんだ。
「……それは、どこにある家？」
静かに問いかけると、ナディアは指先で赤い屋根をなぞった。
「……前に住んでたところ。でも、今は、誰もいない」
彼女はそう言ったが、声はごく小さく、風の音と区別がつかないほどだった。
アミールは、しばし言葉を選ぶように黙ってから、ポケットから折りたたまれた紙を一枚取り出した。
「僕も、描いたことがある。誰もいなくなった家。見せようか？」
彼が差し出したのは、茶色のペンで描かれた一枚のスケッチだった。ドアが半開きで、内部は見えない。ただ、窓にだけカーテンがかかっていた。
ナディアはそれを受け取り、じっと見つめた。そして、ようやく口を開いた。
「この窓……開いてるように見える」
アミールは、驚いたように微笑んだ。
「そう見えたなら、きっとそうなんだよ」
そのとき、アナは少し離れた場所からその光景を見ていた。
アミールの背中は何も語らなかったが、ナディアの表情が少しだけやわらいでいた。
「おはよう。偶然にしては重なりすぎない？」
アナは昨日の出来事を潜ませ、笑顔でアミールへ話しかけた。アミールは口元を緩めて、苦笑いで返した。
「おはよう。そう、偶然じゃない。僕はずっと君を見ていた。僕の家はこの近所だけどね」
アナは、彼の言葉に笑いながら、ナディアとのやりとりを確認した。
「ナディアは、滅多に口を開かないわ。ミカやわたしにも」
アミールは、イーストリバーを背にして、手すりに腰を預けた。川面につたってやってきた風が彼の前髪を揺らした。
「大好きすぎて、口を閉ざすこともあるよ」
手すりに肘をつき、川を眺めるアナに、彼はそっと言葉を投げた。アナは言葉を拾って、
「わたしのノートに書き留めておくわ」
アナはイーストリバーの向こうに目を落とした。まだ眠気の残るマンハッタンの街並みが淡く浮かんでいる。柔らかい朝の光に照らされて、対岸の建物たちは無言のまま、川面に影を落としている。昨夜の騒ぎがまるで一掃されたかのような静けさだ。
高層ビルの一部はすでに窓をきらめかせ、煙突からは細い湯気のような白煙が立ちのぼっていた。
ウィリアムズバーグ・ブリッジの鋼のアーチが、陽を受けて鈍く光りながら、ブルックリンとマンハッタンのあいだに静かに横たわっている。川風はひんやりと肌を撫で、ほんの少し金属と潮の混じった匂いを運んできた。遠く船の汽笛が鳴り、川面には朝陽がまだらに揺れている。
公園の背後では、再開発の象徴とも言える One Domino Square のタワーが、雲を切り裂くようにそびえていた。
日曜日の朝、目を覚ましたばかりの街に、子どもたちの声と川のさざめきが静かに混じり合う。この風景は、ただの背景ではなかった。生きた地図の一部として、確かにここに息づいているのだ。
アナは、川の流れの向こうに、何かがゆらゆらと揺れているのに気づいた。
最初はただの白いビニール袋かと思った。だが、それは波とともに浮いたり沈んだりを繰り返し、やがて少しずつこちらへ近づいてきた。
布だった。
白く、どこか神聖な手触りを思わせる織りの粗い布だ。縁にうっすらと、アラビア文字のような模様が刺繍されている。布の下には、人のかたちがあった。頭部と思われる部分はゆるやかに沈み、手足は、まるで眠る者のように折りたたまれていた。
川の風がふっと方向を変えた。
潮の匂いにまじって、鉄と血の気配が微かに混ざった。
ゆるやかに流れてきたその遺体は、ちょうどドミノパークの岸辺に近づいたところで、葦の茂みに軽く引っかかり、動きを止めた。
「……あれ、何？」
アナの問いにアミールは返事をせず、ただ川面を凝視した。
遺体の布の端がひるがえり、男の片頬がのぞいた。
青白く、硬直し、しかしどこか穏やかな表情すら残している。あまりに静かで、まるでまだ夢のなかにいるようだった。
教授、ザカリア・ハッダード──
それが彼の名前だったのだと、アナが知るのは、まだ少し先のことだった。
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
舞台はニューヨークです。
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54628511025/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54599616429/in/dateposted...
Soundtrack.
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack/pl.u-47...
追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
メモ
1
「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
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Shots fired at Trump rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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You can also follow my work on Instagram ;D
www.instagram.com/yasha_jakovsky/?hl=hr
This is a story of ex beverage factory
Ride from famous glory to ebb tide
Once Maraska was Croatian pride,
Now it is forgotten like an old hooker.
Today it looks spooky as Alice Cooper,
My photo is artistic onlooker.
It’s a perfect spooky space
For making Hollywood horror movies
Factory facade is like an Iggy Pop scary face.
Location can be cool place for filming
New part of a cult Danish movie Pusher.
I can fell smell of greenback if James Wan make remake
Of old dog horror movie The Pack.
Perhaps someone could rearrange factory to horror house - Bates motel.
If it wasn't in so weak condition
Then it could be a cool place for children game hide & seek
Now it’s maybe too late for renovation
I wish to thanks to this abandoned factory
That gave me inexhaustible inspiration.
Maraska became mystic & pessimistic ruin
People laziness and negligence made it undoing.
P.s. In the future I will upload photo of dark room on third floor, on this image you can see windows from dark room in the middle. In this picture you see how back facade look terrible from backyard. You also saw view from third floor and staircase in previous photographs シ.
I recommend you songs: Alice Cooper - Pick Up the Bones, Iggy Pop - Love Transfusion, The Dudes Of Wrath - Shocker.
Photo was explored on Flickr, place 112 / 500.
A rest stop, if you dare in West End, Brisbane. You want Tabasco with your Bloody Mary?
(Yes, I know, it's Transylvania!)
It's a top rated cafe/ restaurant actually and on google maps, correctly spelt!
The chunk of wood top center started out this trip as a 14-inch diameter, 7-inch thick disk cut from the trunk of a Live Oak from my back yard. It is perhaps the hardest organic material I have ever attempted to burn and only toward the end of the second night did a donut hole develop in the center, allowing flames to shoot through. Papalote Rancho Viejo campsite in Big Bend Ranch State Park near Presidio, Texas.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
A family portrait from my visit to my parents last week. My dad has been diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia which is incurable. He is receiving regular blood transfusions at the moment and the real tragedy here is that, despite being 81 years old, he is otherwise fit and healthy and was working until just a few weeks ago.
I am sure you can understand why I have found it difficult to form words to comment on as many of your images as I would normally wish to and I am sorry about that. It is a difficult time and with me living over 300 miles away it is likely to get more difficult as time progresses.
This is for my mum and dad. A happy portrait during difficult and painful times and I love them both so very much.
My New Novel
B♭ (B Flat)
Feel free to read on and explore more. 😃
(Of course, this is not the final draft.)
Important 😅
The female protagonist was originally written as a married woman.
However, as the story unfolded, the constraints of that setting became too restrictive.
Therefore, I have changed her status to single, now living with her partner.
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Scene: Los Angeles – The Beaudry – Majid Hamza
1:47 p.m. The heat of downtown Los Angeles drifted between buildings, and the dry air shimmered above the asphalt, warping the ground like a mirage. The midday sun poured vertically into the canyon of skyscrapers.
The façade of The Beaudry reflected the sunlight like a cold mirror, casting flickering shards of light into the eyes of passersby.
The Beaudry, standing in the heart of downtown Los Angeles, is a modern high-rise residential tower. Though its exterior is cold and inorganic, the building boasts luxury amenities. It faces Wilshire Boulevard and 7th Street, just steps from the 7th Street Metro station, offering exceptional convenience in an area where the business district intersects with the city's creative scene—a location in high demand.
960 W 7th Street. For a weekday afternoon, the area was oddly still. Though the office district bustled just a few blocks away, this particular corner seemed wrapped in a strange stagnation of air. Only two or three office workers passed by, presumably out for lunch.
A line of black Ubers honked briefly, then vanished down the road.
The glass-paneled entrance hall was as silent as a gallery. Behind the reception desk, a sculptural white lighting fixture floated like a piece of minimalist art.
Only residents or prospective tenants accompanied by real estate agents came and went. Visitors were rare. No one made eye contact. Everyone stared into the glow of their phones.
Majid, seated on a bench beside the bus stop with a few others, gently touched the mute-reader inside his bag. Subconsciously checking his surroundings, he connected the outdated smartphone—disconnected from the internet—to a tablet that operated only over Wi-Fi.
A few days earlier, he had received a single line from Rafi:
“July 24, 3 p.m. Look for the ‘♭’ mark at the bottom of mellow-echo.net.”
Majid quietly opened his browser. mellow-echo.net—the abandoned official site of a defunct indie music label. Its HTML pages hadn’t been updated in over a decade, but they still floated in some forgotten corner of the internet.
He scrolled to the very bottom. Against a gray background, an image of a musical note, slightly fuzzed with digital noise, lay embedded on the page.
At first glance, it looked like a mere piece of decoration. But when Majid held the mute-reader’s lens to the screen, a deep-layer QR code rose to the surface.
The scan took 0.7 seconds. A short encrypted sentence appeared:
"LA, 7/26, 21:00. Underground. Contact P. K1 → 38.91n / 118.40w"
Seconds later, the message vanished. The device powered down. Its memory wiped to zero. The QR code deleted itself from the server.
Majid’s screen now displayed the interface for a C4 detonation signal.
On the black display, a quiet message blinked once:
“C4-ID: Vanta+Core / Ready.”
He carefully lifted a thin directional antenna from the bag, aligning it along the seam of his trousers, resting it on his lap.
The C4 embedded deep within the pillar of The Beaudry awaited his signal.
This high-rise tower was built with hypersteel structural columns. According to the laws of engineering, if a single critical point was destroyed, the entire building would collapse upon itself like a tower of sand. Five years ago, under instructions from Rafi Gannam—then a student of architecture at the Islamic University—Majid had worked at the construction site and planted the charge. Los Angeles had been his responsibility. The East Coast buildings were under Rafi and Amir’s domain.
Majid took a single deep breath, then slid his finger across the screen.
0.7 seconds later, without a sound, the center of the tower gave a faint shudder. No one noticed. But in the next instant—
A snap. Or something like it.
The Beaudry began to fold in on itself, like a spine silently snapping. From the columns to the floors, from the ceilings to the walls—a silent avalanche of collapsing structures, all engulfed in pale dust. What had been standing just seconds before was now vanishing into the canyon of the city in a swirl of white fog.
A wind blew through the street. The building's mass, once so tangible, dissolved as if it had never existed. Only a soundless death cry remained, shivering the air with a cold, invisible tension.
The collapsed building lay frozen, silenced, severed from the city’s murmurs.
Majid adjusted the silver rim of his glasses and stood. Ignoring the rising chaos around him, he walked slowly toward the subway.
Even the sound of his footsteps was not erased by the thunder behind him.
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( Nikon Coolpix 8700 shot )
Manhattan. United States. 2007. … 2 / 7
(This is today’s photo. It has not been published before.)
Images
ELLEGARDEN - Lonesome
youtu.be/bceHbxUuJcY?si=a0xByYam9H9ydgJW
My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
There’s still more to come. 😃
(This is not the final draft.)
Set in New York City.
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54628511025/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54599616429/in/dateposted...
Soundtrack.
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack/pl.u-47...
Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
iTunes Playlist Link::
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b/pl.u-47DJGhopxMD
Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
さらにさらにどうぞ。😃
(もちろん最終稿ではありません。)
重要😅
主人公の女性は、当初、既婚者でしたが、物語の展開上、制約が大きすぎたため、独身とし、同棲している設定へ変更しました。
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場面 ロサンゼルス ボードリー マジード・ハムザ
午後1時47分。ダウンタウンの熱気がビルの隙間を吹き抜け、乾いた空気がアスファルトの表面を歪ませていた。真昼の太陽が、ダウンタウンの谷間に垂直に降り注いでいる。
ザ・ボードリーのファサードは、まるで冷たい鏡のように白く光を跳ね返し、通りを歩く人々の視界をちらつかせている。
ロサンゼルスにあるザ・ボードリーは、 ダウンタウン・ロサンゼルスの中心に位置する高層の住宅タワーで、建物自体は近代的で無機質な外観だが、ラグジュアリーな設備を備えたビルだ。ウィルシャー通りや7th通りに面しており、地下鉄の7thストリートからもすぐそばだ。便性が高く、ビジネス街と芸術系エリアが交錯する地点でとても人気が高い。
960 W 7thストリート。その一帯は、週日の昼間にしては静かだった。オフィス街の喧噪がほんの数ブロック先にあるにもかかわらず、この一角には妙な“空気の滞り”があった。人通りはまばらで、ランチのために出てきた会社員が2～3人歩き去るだけだ。
ビル前に停められた黒いUberの車列が、短くクラクションを鳴らし、すぐに消えた。
ガラス張りのエントランスホールは、まるで展示室のように無音で、受付の背後には白い彫刻のような照明装置が浮かんでいる。
建物に出入りするのは、住人か、不動産エージェントに連れられた見学者ばかりで、訪問者の数は極端に少ない。誰もが互いを見ない。誰もがスマートフォンの画面を見つめている。
上階のバルコニーにふと視線を上げると、午後の光に照らされたグレーの植栽と、黒いラウンジチェアが無人のまま置かれている。
ここは、人の気配があるのに「音」が存在しない、そんな場所だった。
遠くで、清掃車のローラーが道路をゆっくりと転がしていく音が響いた。
数人が腰掛けていたバス停のベンチに並んで座ったマジードは、バッグの中の“ミュートリーダー”にそっと手を触れた。無意識に周囲を確認しながら、手元の旧式スマートフォン──ネット非接続の「ミュートリーダー」をWi-Fi専用のタブレットに接続した。
数日前、ラフィから一文だけが届いていた。
「7月24日、午後3時。mellow-echo.netの最下部にある“♭（フラット）”マークを見ろ」
マジードは静かにブラウザを開いた。mellow-echo.net──それは廃業したインディーズ音楽レーベルの公式サイトで、十年以上更新されていないHTMLが、今でもネットの片隅に残っている。
マジードはページ最下部にスクロールした。グレイの背景に、わずかにノイズがかかった音符記号の画像が埋め込まれている。
一見すると、ただのデザイン装飾にしか見えない。しかし「ミュートリーダー」のカメラでレンズをかざすと、そこにディープレイヤーQRコードが浮かび上がった。
0.7秒のスキャンだ。画面に表示されたのは、暗号化された短い一文──
「LA, 7/26, 21:00。地下。Pへ接触。K1→38.91n/118.40w」
数秒後、表示は消え、端末はシャットダウンした。記憶領域はゼロ化され、QRコードはサーバーから自動削除された。
マジードの手元のデバイスには、C4起爆用の信号送信画面が表示されている。
“C4-ID:Vanta+Core/Ready.” と表示された黒い画面が、一度だけ微かに明滅した。
マジードはバッグの中から細く仕込まれた指向性アンテナをそっと持ち上げ、ズボンの縫い目に沿わせるようにして膝の上に置いた。
ザ・ボードリーの柱の中心に埋め込まれたC４は、マジードの信号を待っていた。
この高層ビルは、ハイパースチール製の柱が内部フレームに組み込まれており、一点を壊せば残りは構造力学に従って“砂の塔”のように自己崩壊する設計だ。5年前、イスラム大学で建築学を学んだラフィ・ガンナムの指示で建築現場で働き、仕込んだものだ。マジードはロサンゼルスを当時任されていた。東海岸の建築物についてはラフィとアミールが仕切った。
マジードは一度だけ深呼吸し、画面に指を滑らせた。
0.7秒後、何の音もなく、まずビルの中心がわずかに揺れた。誰も気づかない振動だ。だが次の瞬間──
「──ッ」
高層建築そのものが骨の中心、まるで背骨を折られたように、ボードリーのボディは静かに沈み始めた。柱からフロアへ、天井から壁へ、粉塵とともに連鎖する沈黙の断崖──
破片は内側に吸い込まれるように崩れ落ち、つい数秒前まで“存在していたもの”は、白い霧とともに都市の谷間に吸い込まれていった。
通りに風が吹き抜けた。そこにあったはずの質量は、まるで最初から虚構だったかのように失われていった。音のない断末魔だけが、辺りの空気を冷たく震わせた。
崩れ去った建物は、凍りついたまま沈黙し、都市のざわめきから切り離されていた。
マジードは、銀色の眼鏡の縁を掛け直すと、静かに立ち上がった。騒然とし始めた周囲を無視し、マジードは地下鉄へ向け、ゆっくり歩き出した。彼が残した足音さえ、爆音にかき消されることはなかった。
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( Nikon coolpix8700 shot )
マンハッタン。ニューヨーク。アメリカ。2007. … 2 / 7
(今日の写真。それは未発表です。）
Images
ELLEGARDEN - Lonesome
youtu.be/bceHbxUuJcY?si=ESrstOEy7mrfmOIe
僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
舞台はニューヨークです。
4
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54653035442/in/dateposted...
3
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54639396885/in/dateposted...
2
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54628511025/in/dateposted...
1
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54599616429/in/dateposted...
Soundtrack.
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack/pl.u-47...
追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
メモ
1
「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
2
2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3
Shots fired at Trump rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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Outrageous Effects.
Περίεργα υποσυνείδητα ψυχεδελικά πάθη έντονες εμπειρίες ασυμφωνίες εποχές μυριάδες μεταλλάξεις αναβράζει γέλιο,
бурлящая вода пузыри подводная лодка темнота лестница кувыркающиеся соединения либеральные волнующие требования комические моменты раздражения громы,
hallucinations propositions délire imagination sphère la plus haute expériences chemins splendeur directions instruments tournants perplexité parcourue,
Supernae lineae sublimium nubilum plicarum symbola apocalypsis multiplicium correspondentiarum emergentium expansiones creaturas perceperunt,
orizzonte splendente parole discendenti musica consapevole aria blasonata potenza inaspettata estasi visioni avvolgenti temperamento delizioso,
heldere manen mijmeren optimistische gedachten transfused uitzicht voortreffelijkheden werken stralende emoties dikke stromingen reflectie weer geurig stimulerende middelen literatuur geesten,
愛情のこもった隠れ家が神秘的な煙を補充し、衝撃的な驚きに存在感を与えました。レセプタクルの科学が壁を覆い隠しました不注意なボートの人間の流れ.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Church attendance is as vital to a disciple as a transfusion of rich, healthy blood to a sick man. – Dwight L. Moody
Tower’s Viewer Has a Bath
One of Tower’s viewers had a bath,
Had a shower, a splish with a splash
It got doused with some water, Adam’s vitae, you might say
It really had a drenching, and a right soaking too
A sodden, sucker punch from a crashing wave
Accompanied by a deluge entourage from a
Brazilian rain forest café, not too far away
Oh! The coin-operated binocular thingee really got wet
Yet, a quarter I’m sure,
Would have got you lenses all a-blur
Stoic it stood though…
Of the 35 or so produced that year, this ‘lil alien’
Stood out in its class
“A bad ass piece of metal and glass,” the others spoke
All agreeing it could weather a storm
And stormy weather indeed it soon would see
For one of Tower’s viewers had a bath,
And it had a shower and an aqua swath
It had a transfused, flushing flood of transient fricassée.
More confusions, blood transfusions
The news today will be the movies for tomorrow
And the water's turned to blood, and if
You don't think so
Go turn on your tub
And it it's mixed with mud
You'll see it turn to grey
The National Carillon on Aspen Island on Lake Burley Griffin in Canberra lit up for World Blood Donor Day, 2016. Australian Capital Territory.
Every year on 14 June, countries around the world celebrate World Blood Donor Day (WBDD). The event, established in 2004, serves to raise awareness of the need for safe blood and blood products, and to thank blood donors for their voluntary, life-saving gifts of blood.
World Blood Donor Day is one of eight official global public health campaigns marked by the World Health Organization (WHO), along with World Health Day, World Tuberculosis Day, World Immunization Week, World Malaria Day, World No Tobacco Day, World Hepatitis Day, and World AIDS Day
Just before leaving for this trip back in September, my father was having some health issues and was awaiting some test results. Needless to say, I was pretty stressed out (not sure if the guys in our group noticed that I was a little “on edge.” Sorry, Mark, Tom, and Bill if I didn’t seem like myself on that trip… I tried to keep it together as best I could). This particular morning at Maligne Lake, after finding this beautiful composition, setting up and having down time while "waiting for the light," I found myself taking in the scene and retreated into my own thoughts. All of the sudden, almost like a light switch being flipped, I felt a calmness come over me… a feeling like the tension/pressure I was feeling for days had just been taken away... like everything was going to be OK with Dad. Hence the title of “Solace” for this image. Turns out, what we feared could be leukemia was “only” severe anemia, which is treatable. After a blood transfusion this past weekend (the first of what is most likely a routine procedure from now on), he’s finally back to his old self.
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