These photos capture landscapes Lyan shot during her trip to Japan ten years ago, only to be rediscovered now on my hard drive. I’ve carefully arranged them on my blog, like tending to a borrowed poetry collection. Lyan’s lens carries a stillness that recalls Haruki Murakami’s Norwegian Wood—beneath those calm frames, quiet emotions linger. I tracked down Lyan and, with her permission, share these photos here.
Through the Contax TVS, the coastline twists like a haiku. Distant birds sweep by, their wings cutting through the dusk, leaving soft marks on the film. I’d wager they were startled by a cheeky cat, scattering with the sea breeze clinging to them.
Lyan had a gift for leaving just the right amount of space in her shots. She’d freeze the waves at the frame’s edge, letting the birds’ paths trail off into the imagination. It brings to mind Junichiro Tanizaki’s Kyoto gardens—those purposeful empty spaces, designed to hold a wealth of quiet thoughts.
The photo that stops me cold is the one where sea and sky melt into a single gray-blue expanse. The horizon blurs, much like the edges of memory. The Contax casts a cool tone, yet there’s warmth hiding in the shadows. I can almost see Lyan on the shore, her skirt lifted by the wind, intently adjusting the aperture, poised for that perfect moment.
It’s late now, and I close my laptop. Moonlight spills across my desk, echoing the coasts in those photos. By the way, the Contax TVS is a fantastic travel companion.
