The surf was huge and out of control and so Brian and I decided to go shoot pictures in a small fishing town called Tomari. It's really really small, but there is something special about this town and you know what? I'm really not sure what it is. I've always been attracted to the simple beauty of the town's layout....on a hill over looking the ocean with one major road that stitches the town together. It's simple. Everyday you wake up, the red sun rises over the crystal ocean and when the night comes, the sun sets behind the mountain of forest. It's nature that surrounds you and you can witness a glimpse of her beauty right here in this town called Tomari.
Down at the fishing port, the waves are blocked off from crashing into the resting boats. The smell of salty ocean and fish remind me of when I used to go fishing on the Oregon coast with my dad. How the times have changed, but because we are able to remember so much... things feel like they remain the same. Trapped in our memory. There is this cement wall that stretches about 40 meters long and on it are pictures drawn in by Japanese fishermen and their children.
Enduring the pleasant and harsh sides of nature, these pictures will also stand the test of time. Here are some of the memories of Tomari.
The surf was huge and out of control and so Brian and I decided to go shoot pictures in a small fishing town called Tomari. It's really really small, but there is something special about this town and you know what? I'm really not sure what it is. I've always been attracted to the simple beauty of the town's layout....on a hill over looking the ocean with one major road that stitches the town together. It's simple. Everyday you wake up, the red sun rises over the crystal ocean and when the night comes, the sun sets behind the mountain of forest. It's nature that surrounds you and you can witness a glimpse of her beauty right here in this town called Tomari.
Down at the fishing port, the waves are blocked off from crashing into the resting boats. The smell of salty ocean and fish remind me of when I used to go fishing on the Oregon coast with my dad. How the times have changed, but because we are able to remember so much... things feel like they remain the same. Trapped in our memory. There is this cement wall that stretches about 40 meters long and on it are pictures drawn in by Japanese fishermen and their children. 
Enduring the pleasant and harsh sides of nature, these pictures will also stand the test of time. Here are some of the memories of Tomari.
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very good blog, congratulations
regard from Catalonia Spain
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