These photographs were shot on 35mm film on a warm, rainy evening late in May. The first two images were taken from a pedestrian bridge that proved to be a spectacular vantage. I was working with a lightweight tripod that would not extend above the railing, however, but I was able to lean the tripod against the railing and use two points of the tripod to level the camera. Framing was difficult. Without a ball joint on the head this meant that any adjustment of the camera angle upset the horizontal level. Additionally, if I moved too far from the camera the umbrella I had lashed to my backpack strap would not protect the lens from rain. As it happens, I shot one frame before I realized this, which proved to be my favorite in the series precisely because of the accidental rain "flare".
The final shot, below, was taken in the main plaza leading up to the entrance to "Osaka Station City," a massive aggregate of structure and infrastructure centered on the JR Osaka train station, flanked by two fourteen story department stores and packed with least one hotel, innumerable restaurants, a gym, convenience store, offices, a movie theater and public space distributed throughout on a variety of rooftop terraces all the way up to the sixteenth floor. Below there are multiple basement floors with access to two subway stations as well as the Hankyu rail line, the Hankyu department store (across the aforementioned pedestrian bridge), and the Gran Front Osaka mall, accessed via another pedestrian bridge on the other side which extends over a plaza that doubles as a temporary event space (pictured below) with an extensive watercourse winding throughout which cascades down a great array of steps in front of a day-lit underground cafe with outdoor seating.
As I was framing the shot below at 11:30 on this rainy weekday evening in the deserted plaza I was approached by a security guard who informed me that I was not allowed to use a tripod. Having been in Japan for many months now I was well past smitten, and the scrupulous adherence to minute and often unwritten codes of behavior (governing tripods, for example, or punctuality) had become tiresome. Sure, I could understand that tripods were a nuisance in a crowded plaza (as it often was) but it was so dark, so late, so rainy, so nearly empty, and he had to walk so far from wherever he was stationed that I could almost not believe what I was hearing. Luckily, I got the shot. And it was time to catch the train anyway.