A tranquil moment, a place frozen in time where nature has been left alone for some time. Dry pebbles surround my feet and slowly crumble disturbing the sleeping pond as I step back. A deer has taken himself from his friends as he stands guarding his Ishidoro that remains unlit. As if protecting the stone feature, he is also protected by the enchanted land that surrounds him.
Looking up, a red temple hides behind the layers of deciduous forest that spreads into the far distance. Up close it changed. Wooden blocks and beams signify the structures strong presence and present the hard craftsmanship from the past. An elegance had been created as the temple stood in contrast with its grand forest all around.
Upon reaching the street, crowds walked upward towards me and the sacred land. Following the grey cobbled path flat white walls appeared on either side of me, reconstructed wood. black beams and small windows and cables that were left in sight as I peeked down one narrow street I passed.
A town had been built here. I was in it. And the aesthetic of a small Japanese village stood out stronger than ever. A reserved respected land.