Ishinomaki, Miyagi
4 cranes were standing still on the shore like fishermen, in the evening twilight. Letting the fishing lines drift across the air, underwater, and through our minds invisibly, they attempt to salvage whatever the people remember.
The persons here literally lost their homes, properties, workplaces, friends, and families, in a moment, in that tidal bore. Lost the bonds that were used to be the matter of course. Lost themselves.
4 cranes lift and put new tetrapods to develop the region again, in the morning glow. And to crane forward to see into the future.