Sometimes I am not even sure how my own brain is working. I was having a short break on the mountain after my time in Tokomachi when I skied past this really interesting sign which pointed to Canberra of all places. Why? Then I took a photo. Then that night I was in an izakaya not far from my hotel when the bartender handed me some smoked Hiroshima oysters, in fact, he was the chef not the bartender, and he was one of those Japanese men built like a sumo. He told me he was a snow boarder. I went back to my room shortly thereafter and I don't know, I feel it has some potential. I sketch, I take photos, I engage my bot. Whether something eventually comes, you just never know.
