The tour of Hokkaido has come to an end, and I’m now back in Tokyo. Battling the Yamanote line during Friday night peak hour with luggage. And doing laundry. I’m a one man party machine.
We drove around on Thursday looking for somewhere to shoot, and as we came over a hill and saw this valley, lit by the low winter sun, with mountains in the distance, we could almost hear the chorus of angels singing for us.
And of course, we couldn’t leave without one more visit to the boats, where I discovered this flotilla sailing on a sea of snow.
And on our last day, we finished much as we started – with trees on snowy hillsides.
