I saw this old farmhouse on a bike ride one evening near my apartment, and I was so struck by the loveliness of the light and the paper and wood that I went all the way back home, grabbed my camera and tripod and cycled back just to take this one photo. The owner soon appeared at the door, a little concerned about what I was doing in the middle of the night with a camera. "You have such a beautiful house," I said. This immediately put him at ease and he, in typical Japanese fashion, began berating his home. "No, it's just a pile of garbage!" he insisted. When he went back inside I could hear him say to his wife: "He's taking a picture of the house." "At night?" I heard her respond. Yes, that's photography.