This is one of my favorite Daido Moriyama books. While most his photo books are filled casual snapshots that kind of seem like a caricature of a theme he's created throughout years of repetition. This book is comprised of images that embody a sense that Moriyama was soul searching. He had a lot of questions about himself, about life, photography. I'm unsure if Moriyama found what he was seeking. However, in this beautiful photography masterpiece, what he leaves behind is a visual symphony of contrasty, grainy, purposefully engaging images that seem to encapsulate a timelessness. “I rented a room in an apartment for 3 months. During my stay, I promised myself to go out and take pictures everyday as long as it wasn’t raining. (Though I should have gone out even when it rained) By bus and train, I went here and there in Hokkaido with my camera. Sometimes I spent the night out of my apartment but I usually dragged myself all the way back, eating bread and drinking whisky in a cold room. I’d suffer through a
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