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.
75. Fishing the Yokokawa River
75. Fishing the Yokokawa River
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.