It’s the routine that kills you. Knowing what’s coming when you step out the front door. I know what’s down the road and I don’t want to walk it.
Unuma was always the likely final destination because it’s the closest the Nakasendo gets to my front door.
Maybe I’ll return one day but the busy plains of Gifu with it’s overwhelming urbanisation will bore me to tears.
I want to be back in the mountains.
Besides, I’m gradually becoming obsessed with Masaharu Sawada (沢田正春), a photographer that spent twenty or more years photographing and documenting the Kisoji, mostly in the 1950s and 60s but also reaching into the 70s, too.
Following in his footsteps is becoming more and more appealing.
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