shashasha

I have a sister who is 9 years younger than I am.

A sister who lost her mother 20 years ago at a tender age.
My sister and I grew up relying on each.
All of a sudden my sister was an adult; she went on to university. I moved to Tokyo.
After 5 years in a time of transition, the two of us were reunited.

Somehow there had been tracks to nowhere laid out between us; tracks of no return.
I decided to follow these tracks of no return--this darkness.
Our mother's absence, uncertainty that would not go away. Boundless time on file.
If I could have one wish come true it would be to recover all of the overwhelming things of that time.

For the first time, I focused my camera on my sister.
Her profile reflected in the viewfinder was maddeningly absolute. Definitive. And yet, precious.

No matter how often the season of cherry blossoms came around, I was engrossed in photographing my sister.

I think I must have fallen in love with her.