In morning of the late summer, I strolled in the rural district of Kyoto Sagano. Scarecrows form a line in the green rice field where we can look at the Atagoyama mountaintop distantly.
On the evening of August 23rd,24th every year, 1,000candles are offered to the stones of Buddha for reposing of our ancestors spirits. On the way to the entrance of the temple, I feel an atmosphere like Kyoto.