Winter trip to Eastern Hokkaido - part 2 : Nemuro

[Voyage d'hiver dans l'est d'Hokkaido - le train vers Numero, la pointe glacée de Shunkunitai, la vie l'hiver au lac Furen et un finistère japonais au Cap Nosappu]

On the train to Nemuro Every 5 minutes The single-carriage train stops: Deers are crossing Or a fox Or there's an eagle flying in front of us, so close to the loco that I can count his feathers

Point of Shunkunitai

Bits of drift ice Swans on the Okhotsk Sea Stellar eagle watching us I'm cold

Lake Furen

Lake Furen

Piles of snow on the frozen water

Stellar eagles in the sky

Hovering in silence

White swans on the waving sea Floating for a rest

Tens of deers slowed by the snow

One of them with a broken leg

Pair of cranes roaming the river

Fishing in the winter

If I cross the gaze of an eagle

What do I get ?

What does he get from me ?

If a wild deer looks into my eyes

What's left of it into our lives ?

Who, in that frozen miracle

Is giving, and who

Is the receiver ?

Four o’clock

Daylight declining

It’s the hour of the fox

Rapid red flames running Upon the white vast ground

We slowly head back Filled with wild and white

For all that was offered

Blithely grateful

Cape Nosappu

Eastern end of the Japanese world Popular place to watch The first rising sun of the year In front of empty islands

Claimed by Japan over Russia

The rocks of Habomai

Like the blocks of ice

Like the fish in the stream

Belong only to the sea

Today, there is no one

There is no sun

There is nothing

Just a strong blizzard

The weird sounds

Of the cracking ice

A japanese Sisyphe shovelling the snow

A few eagles fishing

And two lost travelers

Waiting for the bus