Toshiyuki Yoshida yostos

A weathered industrial valve handle bolted into a tiled wall, the dark glossy tiles forming a stark grid against the metalwork. #handle

Even the temizuya, where visitors rinse their hands before worship, is carved and gilded to the last bracket. At Nikkō Tōshō-gū — the ...

Someone built these benches for the view, then left. Now they hold the grey afternoon in place, a row of empty seats facing a sea that no ...

A dead trunk still pointing skyward. The bark keeps peeling away — not an ending, but time still unfolding. #bark

In the thin light before sunrise, dew settles on the blades of weeds no one names. I let the trees behind fade into darkness, leaving only ...

They cut away its heavier arms. It did not grow them back. It raised these instead, a hundred hair-thin twigs bristling at the grey ...