© Niranjan Noel Joseph

© Niranjan Noel Joseph
“This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or she is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.” ~ Barbara Kingsolver, Prodigal Summer

Monday, February 10, 2014

The Land of the Rising Sun

A photo-journal of my time spent in Japan... Arigatou Gozaimasu!!

Beautiful Robots

Rōnin (浪人): A Masterless Samurai (circa 1185 A.D)


Rōnin (浪人) with a little Ninja (忍者)!! (circa 1185 A.D)
Fried Scorpions

An ode to the Absinthe Drinker