The children often call me,
‘Hey, Chieko, the peonies are blooming this morning.
We will sow tomorrow,
We found a baby robin,
fallen from a tree,
Or a tiny frog; and four kittens are born!’


They care about me and my cameras, and they look for good subjects.

What sweet and lovely children!


They say thousands of fire flies dance over the grass in June,

Proving how unpoisoned this place, how green.
Their belief in nature scatters on the ordinary life,
Expecting gorgeous Evening Ball in Ohio.

Pocket