
June mornings at Oze are something else — I walked through the marshland as cotton grass was putting on its full white show, with the mountain looming perfect in the distance. The wetland was alive with bird calls, the air crisp and clean. This is what I came for.
尾瀬の6月の朝。ワタスゲが真っ白に咲き誇る湿原を歩きながら、背後の山をながめる。野鳥の声が響き渡って、空気が清々しい。こういう景色に出会いたくて旅してるんだな、って改めて感じた!!




