So if yesterday's glimpse of academic work was a little underwhelming, today's glimpse is the almost diametrically opposed. I say almost because one wouldn't expect to go to Yokohama, a port town, for a surf festival...there are no waves.
But, in the interests of my research project on documenting the history of Japanese surfing...well, I had to go. I wanted to go particularly for a short documentary that was being shown as part of a series of surf movies and also to get a sense, in that academic-observational way, of who is attending these sorts of festivals.
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| Yokohama port |
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| The red brick warehouses |
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| Ishikawa Kenta, filmmaker |
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| Tom Wegener boards, via Noosa |
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| The line-up |
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| Takaya, filmaker |
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| Artist live perfomance |
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| Mio, who sang the theme song |
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| Back to the fest |
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| Do it yourself |
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| Yokohama gardens |
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| Late afternoon sun |
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| The red brick warehouses |
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| Let's dance |
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| Hydrangeas |
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| Busy as a ... |
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| At the end of a long day in the office |
It might have been a long way, (about two hours each way) to watch a 30 minute documentary on one student's surfing odyssey, but it did include footage of surfing on the Gold and Sunshine Coasts as well as Kamakura and Shonan, where I like to go...and the film reveres wooden surfboards, and I've just received a message that the one I ordered will be arriving soon...very soon.
That is very exciting. Makes a Sunday day of 'work' worth it.
[Camera : iPhone8, Canon EOS M5, 3.05pm-5.52pm, 8.02pm; 27 May 2018]
