Had lived in an old town

I visited Tobihino field in Nara Park last weekend.
Many visitors were in the park, but on the field there were few.

This man was focusing his camera on a tall wax tree on the field.

飛火野をひとりゆくときしむしむと草食む音と鹿と近づく　haricot

I saw a deer approaching me

with some grazing sound,

"shim shim shim ...."

Walking along on the Tobihino field

all alone

This stag is maybe still young, but I can't speculate his age by his antlers because they were cut in early autumn for security and protection of woods.



This hut is on the next field of Tobihino, and surrounded many Japanese apricot trees.

 I started to live in Nara, central quarter in the city of the oldest capital,when I got married. The residence was about 20mitunes on foot far from the park.
And then I heard such story that the earlier we rise in the morning the more convenient.


Because when we would find any dead deer we can let it move to the next door.



This round window is for viewing Japanese apricot flowers,but no bad to see the wax tree.



 Deer are messengers of God by Legend, so it was thought that to kill some deer ( even let them die accidentally) was not only evil omen but culpable act here.

 "The early bird catches the worm", but what a worm!


 I think that it was an old story. But I was young enough to be frightened to hear that and other experiences regarding to traditional or conservative customs of the old town made me almost neighbour phobic.

                                                                         

After ten years later I moved to a new town in the same prefecture, and many many years have passed.




The atmosphere and circumstance are different from those of central old town; I think that blend of privacy and community is better balanced and much less conservative here in new town.

Strolling in the park I saw many people who enjoy making some sketch.




When I took a photo of a couple of them, the man said to me "Hey, my face is so funny?" Sorry for surprising you.





This road that leads to the North octagonal hall　called Hokuen-do(北円堂）
is quite close to my family's old residence.

My husband sometimes says, looking back his childhood, that this area was wild without fence and good playground for kids.

On this day I strolled about the park with a tourist's eye.
It made me amuse a lot and I looked across the sweep of the town one more time.

It was a warm day. Autumn that seemed to approach at a gallop is supposed to be run in place.