Farm fences are one of the best hidden treasures in Okinawa. These scrappy borders can be found almost everywhere, emerging from and collapsing into the landscape, patched and propped together into some semblance of utility. There's something dogged and determined about them--signs of indomitable practicality in this tumultuous climate and economic vacuum. Today we drove to Naha in search of a patch of swampland. Patrick found his creatures, and I wandered across the street and found this wonderful collection of shrouds. A good day for hunting.
Oh, these are beautiful.
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