Kyoto, Japan. I saw a お爺さん (Ojīsan / senior citizen), in the cold, on the floor… weaving wire. I can’t recall what made me stop, but there was something in the way he sat; a level of concentration that demanded I come over. I remember I didn’t have the correct change and almost walked away. I’m glad I didn’t. Now when I look back, I’m grateful that he wasn’t offended and agreed to sell it to me anyway, because otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten this: I’ll admit I didn’t think much of it at the time. I was cold, hungry and desperate to get indoors. It sat in the bottom of my backpack till about a week ago, but seeing it now… it’s magical. Advertisements
My first endeavor discovery on my journey for unique, hand-crafted accessories in Thailand.