Each part of Japan has its own story to tell. Hokkaido whispers through its trees and snow capped mountains. The southern tip speaks in tropical rain patterns and lush vegetation. And Tokyo... Tokyo has a tome.
Concrete beats with tectonic urges. People walk with a somber beat. Fast pace with melancholy undertones.
Obviously, this city breathes life but, this fall, I only saw the city in monochrome. While it is hard to summarize a city with a few photographs, I did my best to show this end of Tokyo.