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Street View



Since the March 11 earthquake in Eastern Japan, the words of the victims have become like sediment, settling to the bottom of our consciousness. Each day the sediment builds up, reduced to silence. Words – colorless and transparent – are full of extravagant praise, and the self-conscious uneasiness is wiped from memory.

I took photographs around the Dai-ichi Fukushima Nuclear Plant at night from a street. I decided that since the street is a public space that anyone can enter, it is also a place where anyone can be a concerned party.

I chose nighttime to capture how the lights lit the scene. The long exposures lend a magical sense to the photographs.

I feigned a colorless and transparent viewpoint as I attempted to capture the self-conscious uneasiness.

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