Wandering lens.
Window to my world.

Hakodate, Hokkaido Hakodate is where the mountains meet the sea. Mornings smell like fresh seafood and ocean breeze, and in spring, cherry blossoms turn the city into a soft pink dream. It’s a place with old soul vibes: trams that rattle, morning market that greets you like an old friend, and streets that invite you to slow down and stay a while. It's quiet, charming, and delightfully offbeat.

Osaka, Kansai Osaka is alive with sizzling sounds and savory smells at every turn. One moment I’m burning my tongue on steaming-hot takoyaki, the next I’m lost in layers of okonomiyaki. The streets pulse with laughter, and shopping arcades twist like mazes, lined with endless surprises. Universal Studios brings fantasy to life, but Osaka itself already feels like a theme park of joy.

Nagasaki, Kyushu Nagasaki carries history in its silence, and grace in the curve of its hills. It’s a city of gentle slopes and memories that echo softly through time. Gardens whisper peace, and streets carry Dutch echoes that drift through quiet Japanese corners. There’s a softness to Nagasaki, a quiet kind of resilience. It doesn’t shout for attention. It simply stays with you, long after you’ve left.

Nikko, Tochigi

Nikko doesn’t try to impress. It simply exists, still and sacred, like a breath held between mountains and sky. It's a place where time slows and everything speaks in quiet beauty. The air carried the scent of moss, wood, and history. Waterfalls whisper in the distance. And just beyond the beaten path, hidden deep in the forest, waits a untouched onsen.

Koyasan, Wakayama

Koyasan feels like the world in prayer. Mist moves through ancient cedars, and temple bells echo as if time itself were chanting. Stone paths wind past graves, with lanterns lighting the way to sacred mausoleum. Tofu, prepared with reverence, becomes a part of meditation. Koyasan doesn’t demand faith. It simply becomes it.

Beppu, Oita

Beppu is a city that breathes with steam rising from every corner. It’s a place where the line between natural wonder and daily life blurs. You can soak into mineral-rich mud that smells of stone and sky, or lie buried in warm sand by the sea, and let the earth hold you still. Beppu doesn’t rush. It warms and calms you, leaves you quietly drifting.

Ishigaki, Okinawa

Ishigaki feels like time has loosened its grip. From white-sand shores that meet the sea in shifting shades of blue, to limestone caves that whisper of ancient tides. Tender cuts of Ishigaki wagyu, grilled to perfection. Salt in the air, softness in the light, and a stillness that makes you breathe differently. Ishigaki simply just lets you be.