Shimanto, Kochi
The river flowing through the valleys, the road along the stream, plants grow along the road. Looking at those, the roofed boat sails upstream leisurely.
People go fishing, flock to cool themselves. Their life depending on the river lasts as long as there is the stream. The water rages from time to time, leaves us awe, and yet it remains our inexhaustible benefit.
Fear and blessings are inseparable like the two side of an object. The plane bridge sinks in water to let a rainstorm go past. Polished itself up in hardships, it can be quenched more than ever.