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Takao is an area in Tokyo famous for good hiking and nature. But for those like me who’d rather just stroll around languidly while soaking in the surroundings, then Takao may be the right place for you. This is one of those lazy days where I had nothing to do. I don't think I really cared whether or not I had something to do.


Even for father and son the lake running through Tama Goryo Park is always fun to walk around in, which is usually always full of kids and their parents playing and fishing together during the long summer months. I don't think they really cared whether or not it was summer, just as long as there was a watering hole to get in to on a nice hot day, and they probably didn't even care if there were any other people there for that matter.




I have no idea what exactly he’s trying to catch, but he was out here for hours wading through water. I’m sure the cool water on his feet was refreshing enough, though. Maybe he didn't care whether or not he'd catch anything. Maybe he just wanted to look like he was catching something.


Mommy and Son.


Little one has lost something here….Mom is telling her to forget about it, she’ll buy her another whatever it was. Probably some little rare looking shell she spent hours looking for, something she'd probably lose again had she found it. Maybe she doesn't really care whether she finds it. Her mother wishes she'd just 'never mind' it.


Unknown figure, but this time a bit more identifiable. Could this be my good friend Ichibay? No. Just another passerby. What a lazy day I was having. I was beat.



Picture below is of a guy lazily fishing as the evening sun began to set. Still no catch. Maybe he didn't even care whether he'd catch anything for that matter. He was just having a lazy day. Maybe he'll just sit there and keep his thoughts company.



Kid struggling with his bait and tackle, and when he gets bored with whatever the problem is, he probably won't even care anymore.


Lovely flowing man-made river feeding all of Tama Goryo. No care in the world.


It’s good to just take it easy. Get out and go to a park and just relax is all anybody really needs. I love observing ordinary Japanese people. Just everyday type people who go about their day to day activities not worrying at all about anything. Good to see families playing together and having no care in the world.

Another thing I always notice are the cicadas in their distinctive mating calls. This is the true sound of summer. Below is an excellent video.

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