[Photo Poem] Summer of Reminiscence

Summer in Furano

Close your eyes and listen
to the heartbeat of the earth's love
that stirs the soul

A stage of earth dyed in golden hues
The summer wind conducts the baton
The blessings of the earth dance and sway

While lost in a vortex of summer light
Arising, passionate thoughts

That summer day I spent with you
That summer I chased after you
Revived by the wind in the ears of wheat
The lingering echoes of a summer gone by

Beloved earth
In the dreams seen by the ears of wheat
Chasing the continuation of a dream

A faded portrait
Holding a straw hat with one hand
You playing in the waves of wheat ears
Tears overflowing at the rising clouds

Riding a whirlwind crossing the wheat ears
Running high up into the sky of the wheat field
A concerto of love between the earth and the sky

The excitement of the wheat ears
An unending dream
You are in the sea of wheat

Giving wings to the poem of my thoughts
I want to send them to you on the wind

Murmurs of a twilight old man

When summer comes, I remember the delusions that arise on sleepless nights.
In the corner of a photograph, there is a long-lost lover who shouldn't be there.
Standing and smiling gently, holding a straw hat with one hand, you smile kindly, embraced by the bosom of the earth, on the canvas of the earth painted by the brilliant, pouring summer light.

Until I returned my driver's license at 70, I visited Furano and Biei every July and created many memories of those times. Especially in July, Furano and Biei are places with a unique beauty of scenery in Japan that heals the heart; no matter where you frame it, it becomes a picture and a photograph.

In the northern land, amidst the vast sky and wide earth, the two of us swaying in the summer sunlight, planting dreams and joy in this earth, that shining, precious life, let us play a symphony of resonance.
The conductor of this earth is hope.

Embraced by the bosom of the earth, the poem of the wheat of life in the heat haze, the waves of the earth's bounty,
Become a great river of the flow of time, a landscape of abundance left behind.
The time is summer.

Gemini turned my delusions into a generated photo. I caught my breath at its vividness for a moment; it's a very complex feeling, as if I had seen something I shouldn't have, or as if my delusions were fading away. I thought it was better for delusions to remain as delusions.

Since the generated photo was too vivid, I had Gemini turn it into a watercolor painting. Personally, I think this fits the imagery of the poem better, and it seems like it will be useful for future creations.