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その名を知ったのは、たぶん60年くらい前だろうなあ。昭和新山。あこがれの山についに来た。なんという力強さ。 I first learned of its name maybe sixty years ago. Showa Shinzan! Finally I am here to admire its presence from nearby. Incredibly powerful.

子熊のかわいさは尋常ではない。犬に似て、犬よりずっと人に近いふるまいを見せる。『ク　スクップ　オルシペ　私の一代の記』の著者・砂沢クラさんが、子供たちが小さいころいつも一緒に遊んでいた子熊のことを語っていた。やがて大きくなったその子を「熊送り」するときの悲しさについても。尊敬＝愛着＝恐怖。人と熊の関係はこの三角形の中をぐるぐるまわっている。 Oh, as cute as cute can be… a bear cub! They are not different from dogs, only they are far closer to humans than dogs! The great Ainu woman Sunazawa Kura once wrote about a bear cub her family used to keep. It played everyday with her young children like a real sibling. And then the painful sadness of having to “send it” to the realm of gods when it grew too big. Respect, affection, and fear. The relationship between humans and bears goes round and round within this eternal triangle. What a fascinating animal.

夜明けとともに目覚めて湖畔を歩く。阿寒湖、ひたすら神々しい。 Woke up at dawn and took a walk along the lakeshore. Lake Akan. Divine beyond measure.

夏を逃れて北へ。オホーツク海はしずかな海だった。地図を見れば、それがどれほど広大な内海かは一目瞭然。 North-bound to escape the summer. The Sea of Okhotsk is sublimely calm. Take a look at the map and you will know how vast this inland sea is.

ちょうど提灯祭りの時期だった。街路におびただしい提灯が飾られ、夢のような夜道。しずけさそのものが音楽。台南にて。 It was the time of the Lantern Festival. Countless lanterns floating above the streets, creating a dreamlike night... The silence plays its own music. In Tainan.

どういう物語なのだろう。あざやかな色の浮き彫りが心をくすぐる。謎めいて、楽しい。むかしの中国を知りたくなる。台南の街角で。右の女性は民間信仰の対象、陳靖姑。 What kind of story is it telling? The vividly colored reliefs tickle my imagination. At the same time mysterious and delightful, it makes me want to learn more about ancient China. Found on a street corner in Tainan. The lady on the right is the Chinese deity Chen Jinggu.

峠近くの小さな池の水中に、ぼんやりした白い塊がいくつか。クロサンショウウオの卵だって。初めて見た、見られてよかった！ In the water of a small pond near the mountain pass, I saw several cloudy white clumps. I was told they were black salamander eggs. It was my first sighting of them!

初夏の山形の山道で出遭ったふしぎな花。葉緑素をもたず、その白さは幽霊じみている。菌類から栄養をもらって生きている、その名はぎんりょうそう（銀竜草）だって。 I came across this spooky-looking flower on a mountain path in Yamagata in May. It lacks chlorophyll and its whiteness is ghostly. It draws nutrients from fungi. It’s called "Silver Dragon Grass” in Japanese and the English name I think is Indian Pipe. A friend told me it was Emily Dickinson’s favorite flower!

民家を改造してこんなに瀟洒な書店に？　地下室の使い方がうまいなあ。台南にて。 Wow, they turned a private home into such a stylish bookstore? The good use of the basement is quite impressive. In Tainan.

不穏、どこか不穏。いましがた何かが起きたが、その何かがわからない台北の夜。 Something suspicious is going on, very unsettling. I’m sure something just happened, but I can’t quite put my finger on what it was. A night in Taipei.