不夜城新宿を舞う一匹の蝶を追いかけた末、真夏の日差しが残る９月の宮古島へ降り立った

キビ農家のおばあや子供たちと舞う蝶を追いかけ、島のあちこちをさまよいレンズを向けているうち、

今は亡き蝶の父親の視線がシンクロしていた

After chasing a butterfly, dancing in the sleepless city of Shinjuku, I set my foot on Miyako-Island.
It was September and a hint of mid-summer was still remaining in the sun light.

I was chasing the dancing butterflies with grandma and children at sugarcane farm and as I was pointing my lens at various parts of the island, I found that the eye of the butterfly's deceased father was in sync with mine.