In 1978, Japan was new and mysterious to me. Unable to read the signs or understand the language, I seldom knew what I was seeing. Although unnerving in some ways, this made for a certain innocence. I didn't have a ready point of view. I didn't need to understand what came up before my eyes. Everything in Japan seemed careful, formal and composed, intentional, with nothing left to chance. But because I didn't know the intentions, my reactions were just the opposite, free and spontaneous. I could simply appreciate the patterns, the shapes, the light and shadows and enjoy all the details. This, then, is a portfolio of what I saw and what I liked.