road of blue 青の道



I drove through the United States from west to east, passing by roads. The beautiful blue of the sky and the blue of the water. A hint of the blue of the silence of the forest. There are colors that we humans cannot see. There is light that we cannot see. And each person will see the colors and light differently. We run along empty roads, bathe in dust, and wipe the earth. Nobody's road. An empty forest. Stones and soil that have been there since long ago. Life born from the soil. Animals. Cities and villages. A Native American reservation. The only color I could sense was blue. The blue in front of me is a portrait of myself, and every landscape, every blue landscape is an encounter with myself.