75. Fishing the Yokokawa River
Shusho, the lingering autumn heat, is less lingering in the fresh morning. A fisherman in glossy waders, cigarette drooping from his lips, is standing in the white water washing over a concrete weir on the Yokokawa River, angling one-handed for trout for breakfast. Bright square fields of green-gold ripening rice and silver-green buckwheat in flower spread out from the river bank to the other side of the valley to the very edge of the forested hills. If you walked over there I think you could stand with one foot in a rice paddy and one in the trees.
on the Yokokawa