Not a one in sight

It's obviously not all about nature with me, but I am getting there in my slow way, turning my back to the life of the city (which nonetheless haunts me still), and even when visiting the birthplace/home and adjunct smaller museum (the larger one having been affected by the tsunami of last year and now closed) of the famed Japanese manga artist Ishinomori Shotaro, there was a small film that I chanced to watch in which the narrator and character (Ishinomori himself) with two children spoke of the ways in which even his small town has changed.  One of the obvious ones was there was a stream of running water nearby, with fireflies lighting the night, which I thought was a lovely image- but was sad to see the before and after (even in cartoon form).

After leaving the place, I crossed the street to take a better photograph and then looked down, only to see the exact thing that Mr Ishinomori was speaking of- all dried up, not a firefly in sight.

long since dry

the birth home of Ishinomori Shotaro