
Caught this moody May morning crossing a bridge in Yuza — the mountains were still wrapped in mist, and the light was so soft and grey it felt like the world was just waking up. There's something special about being out before everything else, with just the sound of the water below and those distant peaks slowly emerging. Pure Tohoku magic.
5月の朝焼けの遊佐町で橋を渡ってた。山々はまだ霧に包まれてて、柔らかい朝光がすべてを包み込んでた。誰もいない時間に歩く橋からの景色は最高だった。東北の朝ってやっぱいいな!!