#tōrō

[pneumarq]

Not always fake its bad. 🦠🥦🐠🐟🌴🌳🌲🌱🍃🌿 #Garden #Japanesegarden #AlmostJapanese #Green #Pond #Tōrō #StoneLantern #México #JardinesDeMéxico (at Jardines de México) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkKDGjZj0tYdWqfS1vWO9jDi7NikDxCHF9KwI40/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[darksilvania]

Kroelian LITWICK line with japanese inspiration, work in progress

Kroelian LITWICK (Fire/Rock) is based on Warosoku candles, traditional japanese candles made from bran rice and other plant extracts, known for their particular shape and distinctive scent when burning. The flame is also much larger than their western counterparts due to the wick being much thicker.

Kroelian LAMPENT (Fire/Rock) is based on a Tōrō. a traditional japanese lantern that can be made from stone, wood or metal.

ROLINFERNO (Fire/Rock) is based on the Wanyūdō, a japanese Yokai that takes the form of a burning oxcart wheel bearing the tormented face of a man

Mega ROLINFERNO (Fire/Ghost) is based on the Katawaguruma, a Yokai similar to the Wanyūdō, but Instead of a giant monk’s head stuck in a wheel, katawaguruma appears as a tormented naked woman riding a single, flaming ox-cart wheel, eternally suffering and burning with pain, mixed with a traditional Geisha holding an umbrella

[naradivision]

Miraitabi Summer Mixtape:

Σ for Σummer 🌻🌊

Disclaimer: All songs here belong to their respective artists! And since this mixtape was made under the impression of a travel diary, I highly recommend to watch in chronological order... Therefore, are you ready? Pack your belongings and let’s gooo!

Bon Voyage 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚

“... A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step...”

6 AM — DAYBREAK ✶ FRONTLINE

Performed by

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Covered & arranged by: If  | Original by: orangestar ft. IA ❈ Let’s start it with the queen of summercore vocaloid songs: orangestar

9 AM — Kaisei (Clear Weather)

Performed by

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

ANGE

Covered & arranged by: FantasticYouth (Onyu x LowFat)  Original by: orangestar ft. IA ❈ FantasticYouth my beloved... There is also the rap parts where LowFat-san incorporates various references to orangestar’s other songs —One of it being “Daybreak Frontline”, the previous song of this mixtape (Sources / Translation)

10 AM — DESTIN4TI★N

Performed by 

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Asahi “SWEET-T” Tomoharu

Real Title: ともに (Tomoni) | Original by: WANIMA Covered by: Araki, Gero

1 PM —  Dear you, 夏めく

Performed by 

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Real Title:  Hana ni Bourei (Ghost In A Flower) Covered by: soraru  |  Original by: Yorushika ❈  夏めく (Natsumeku) in Japanese means “It feels like summer” usually implying that the season is beginning… And also the alias of a certain someone important to Miraitabi’s leader

5 PM — That Dream Within A Dream

Performed by 

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Real Title:  夢のまた夢 (Yume no Mata Yume) Covered by: Araki  |  Original by: Mafumafu

// ALERT ALERT: The sun is going down

“Hey, wakes up sleepyhead! Isn’t it almost time for the festival?!”

7 PM — 夏祭り🏮 (Natsu Matsuri)

Performed by 

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Asahi “SWEET-T” Tomoharu

Saigo “Tsukumogami” Futugami

ANGE

Covered by:  Amatsuki, 96neko, Eve, soraru, luz Original by:  JITTERIN’JINN & Whiteberry  

⊹₊ ✶⋆ Uchiage Hanabi?

7:30 PM — Uchiage Hanabi ✻

Performed by

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

ANGE

Covered by:  Amatsuki, 96neko Original by: DAOKO x Kenshi Yonezu ❈ Loves other versions too, but this one is special... With genius kain-san’s mix, you can even hear fireworks in the background

But you know,

Fireworks aren’t the only lights of summer

Now with a shining lantern in your hands

Let’s send off our regards

To somewhere far faraway...

9 PM —  燈花会 (Tokae)

Performed by

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Real Title: Hyakka Ryouran (A Sea of Lanterns) ❈ Although it’s my intention to refer this song to the one astounding festival in Nara (picture below), actually according to the fan assumption (Source / Translation); looks like this song has an implication to the artist’s hometown, Fukushima, which also hosts the “Tōrō Nagashi” where people will light and float the lanterns down the river or the ocean in order to commemorate for their lost ones. Meanwhile, both of these festivals are the ceremonies held around the days of Obon —The traditional Buddhist holidays dedicated to honor ancestral spirits and pay respect to the dead. ❈ Also to people who follow paralive, are you perhaps familiar with this voice?

Prologue — Σ of Σummer (Tomorrow Still Goes On)

Performed by

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Asahi “SWEET-T” Tomoharu

Saigo “Tsukumogami” Futugami

ANGE

The members of “SPECTRA” Band

Real Title: Summertime Record Covered by: Ryushen, Saegusa Akina, Hakase Fuyuki, Higuchi Kaede, Hoshikawa Sara, Mashiro, Lain Paterson, Nishizono Chigusa, Machita Chima, Lize Halesta, Inui Toko, Watarai Hibari, Genzuki Tojiro Original by: Jin ft. IA (Kagerou Project)

And finally, Sayonara our dear Summer,

As ephemeral but astounding as the spark of Senko Hanabi, here the season has winded down to an end...

Thank you for watching!

Hope to see you again in the next season...

But eh... Whose season is there?

➤ Also, credit the dividers by: @cafekitsune and @firefly-graphics

[shroudkeeper]

A small bundle of pink carnations clustered about a rolled ofuda, tied with a simple black ribbon.

Send my muse some flowers and they'll react to their meaning

Pink Carnation — “I’ll never forget you.”

For what felt to be minutes stretched into hours, I looked at the ofuda and the flowers adorning it, considering the meaning behind them. It was held in my hands, light as a feather it would be for some, but heavy in my own as I absentmindedly brushed the silken ribbon; it was during this time that I was not in the present time of my life, but had wandered elsewhere, to another place, another existence.

I saw the shrine a few paces before me under the beautiful glow of moonlight. The stone stairs glittered silver as water trickled down the steps from the rainshower earlier. Leading me towards it were the tōrō, aglow with the flicker of flame and firefly light burning against the dark.

I squeezed the ofuda, remembering the ones father said permeated with a kami's power, and how I would help distribute them for protection at the time. The image filled me with warmth and sorrow all the same; those days were bygone now.

Since then, I have worked on helping rebuild what was once lost. Perhaps someone remembered me from then, the young girl training to be a miko, the one who was swallowed by the river and sank into its depths ..

The black ribbon beckons my attention, after all, it is the color of mourning.

To know that someone out there perhaps remembers me from a former life, of a time before war ravaged our lands, I could not help but wonder..

..if they were aware of what became of me.

[satureja13]

Giga: “We are Supes! I’m not going to get frightened because of one little monster!” Ji Ho: “Why are we soups?” Jack: “I don’t know!” Giga: “S-U-P-E-S! Supernaturals!”

Jeb: “But Giga is right. We are a werewolf, a vampire, a mermaid and a witch! Let’s go out and kick some monster ass!” Giga: “Let’s go!”

Soundtrack on youtube: Born To Raise Hell - Motörhead

Don't you be scared, don't you be scared Everybody terrified, it don't seem fair What are you waiting for? What do you think you were created for

Born to raise hell, born to raise hell Be a good soldier and die where you fell Born to raise hell, born to raise hell We know how to do it and we do it real well

Kiyoshi: “Dammit Vlad! We were almost there and then you fell over that tōrō... You held my hand all the way up - why did you let go?”

Kiyoshi: “I probably shouldn’t have mentioned that ^^’ “

Two little monsters, Giga. A vampire and a demon ^^’ Plus the owner of the fierce glowing eyes in the background ö.ö

  From the Beginning   ~  Underwater Love   ~  Latest

[vraisetzen]

abarenbō shōgun: a brief essay on its filmic devices

i've been watching abarenbō shōgun lately, and while the show is pretty much (if not straight-up) your late-70s, mystery-of-the-week, robin hood-esque storytelling, it does go quite hard with the cinematography in some instances.

this was from the first episode, and i was very impressed with how they framed this sequence. shin and tatsugoro are having a discussion about the girl (whose father has been framed for a crime, no pun intended) through the shutters – she is a point of focus not only for the audience, but for them as well. the frames of the shutters emphasises the distance at which they are commenting on her current situation. it also highlights shin's helplessness in the situation for failing to bring justice to her father as a shōgun going undercover.

this next one reminded me immediately of this iconic moment in buster keaton's the general. it draws the audience directly to the little boy in the foreground. this is very clever framing, because i initially believed the hole to be from a poked shoji door (you know, something kids do).

iris shots have been done to death by this time in silent film, but this one stands out for how it uses a burnt table cloth to draw focus to the subject.

but as the camera pans out, we see that the hole was in fact the door knob/opening – and as the boy moves from the room to the outdoors, the frame emphasises a lost innocence; a kid who was forced to grow up quickly because he was the child of a peasant family.

and this one – here, our three gentlemen are discussing how to arrest a criminal, and all things considered it is not a special shot other than to emphasise shin's real identity as the shōgun. but a closer inspection reveals that the frame is in fact a tōrō/stone lantern, which were used to lined and illuminated the paths of buddhist temples [from wiki]. lit lanterns were also then considered an offering to the buddha.

considering that shin himself is framed where the flame would be (the hibukuro) highlights not only his unique position as the literal fire of this story/show, but also the flame that will usher a new change in the shogunate as tokugawa yoshimune.

[hangesbrattyapprentice]

Raijin

Takemikazuchi finds a new shinki

When he first came to the clearing, I saw it take his breath away. The break in the thick canopy is sudden, and on a clear day, the sky blinds the unsuspecting eye. But the clearing is narrow, nestled between deciduous woods and the curve of a towering, craggy mountainside. A few shaku further, and the tops of the jutting rock swallow up the sun.  

When he arrived, the late afternoon sunlight still clung to the tiny shrine at the very edge of the clearing. Cottonwood seeds danced lazily in the slanting rays, glowing like fireflies and stirring into a frenzy around his every step. 

His fingers had traced the tops of the stone tōrō as he made his way toward the shrine’s entrance, and I had felt the earth quiver in response.

People never found their way here. No one had, in all of my time. And how long had that been? It was hard to say. Although I knew that I no longer belonged to the Near Shore, I felt time flow through the things around me that still breathed its air. Seedlings pushing through the damp earth. Hatchlings taking flight and growing old. Cicadas stirring the air with their desperate calls every season, until they’d go quiet for years on end.

I felt it in other things, too. Things that weren’t alive. Soil grew from arid to rich, replenished every so often by silt from the streams. Even boulders succumbed to the harsh caress of water and wind, sloughing off their skins like so much dust beaten from an old rug.

When the first of the droughts came and my oasis withered, I with my thoughts still rooted on the Near Shore was sure that it was lost forever. Had my limbs not already been so deeply entwined with the ancient roots, or my heart not bled into the altar of the shrine on which it had been sacrificed, I might have considered drifting elsewhere.

For what felt like aeons -or maybe a heartbeat, I cannot say for lack of my usual markers of time- the land above lay in wait like the cicadas below. Then, a deep rumble of thunder - a gleaming dragon shaking the heavens awake, rain fell and the cycle continued.

I loved the woods, the shrine, the jagged mountain. I loved each tiny creature that they nurtured before it fluttered off to the Far Shore, where it would pause curiously and wait for me to join it on the passage forward. I sent them all ahead. Had my breath not been fastened to the tsugumi’s wings, or my hair woven into the yotaka’s nest, I still would have stayed forever. Even the arrival of a young god did not change these things for me, so certain was I of their eternity. How naïve, these notions we carry with us. How hard they are to shake off.

He did not come often but when he did, I could feel in him a similar longing to stay forever. He would paint with blackest ink on pebbles and boulders. Sometimes he just lay in the evening stillness and spoke to me, though I could not answer. Some nights he painted on the air itself, with light. The earth hummed with delight, but the roots wouldn’t weave their nets around his feet and he would always have to leave.

It wasn’t him who brought the Ayakashi, although they were drawn to him, frenzied like fanatics over a saint’s relics when they chanced upon him. Until his arrival, they had been sluggish and silent in their descent upon my oasis. Somewhere close, something human must have passed and left its demons behind. Ravaged souls stranded in the wild with no one’s hatred or despair to feed on. The things of their sustenance were unknown to the forest. There hadn’t been anything for them to eat but what was left of my slowly dissolving soul. They were so very hungry and this would have to do.

I felt their distress more than I felt anything of my own. They were part of my oasis now too, beings that needed nurturing. They too asked me to join them in their realm of the Far Shore. But these creatures did not wait for an answer. They began to devour.

In the distance, from deeper in the woods, something approached. The Ayakashi lifted their eyes and maws inquisitively. By now, I knew the sound of his footsteps well. Swift and sure, reverberating with wound up energy and anticipation. Over the seasons, he had grown to love the clearing, too.

Stay back! I sought to warn. But ‘I’ was nothing and the warning went unspoken. They were ravenous and so far from home and he, he was a feast.

‘Ī niyoi…’ they moaned.

I strained against the weight of the earth, beseeching branch or root to lash out and protect him. Something stirred. The Ayakashi did not care to notice, but he did. I knew the moment he realised my intent because suddenly I felt a jolt. Suddenly I…felt. I was separating from the earth, drawn toward him. His voice pulling me from every corner of my oasis and giving me a form of my own.

He was the last one to ever ask me. Had he not given me a name, I might have withered away without ever knowing his.

[kuraikyu]

@digenvez : >:/

" Don't move. "

Saccharine timbre chimes in warning, evoking intrigue upon tip of tongue when bamboo monture of closed paper-fan taps its press, with reminiscent leniency, against Gojo's throat, softly, but like the edge of a knife aiming and capturing internal jugular vein. Just like a vile apparition of an elegant nightmare abusing moment of surprise ... masked individual magnifies prickings of conscience ten fold in the icy familiarity to haunt one of rare responders. Windblown apex of caligraphic brush comes to make its titillate landing upon the Honored One's cheek. A bunch of scattered children running wildly behind and all around them, peeping and calling with determination: punishment! Punishment! It was one of the unnamed rascals who incessantly brought in means of sentencing the moment Satoru stepped further onto the paved road. '' You heard that? The conquerors of this place have strict rules, '' in the meantime of his brief enlightenment about going ons, he starts glamorizing varnish across the margins of his personal prisoner while verbally pin-pointing toward kids, '' whoever wishes to attend ' 灯籠流し, ' Tōrō nagashi from this side of the bank without a mask ... gets punished. By getting face painted without the right to choose stencil. '' Like a story with lots of ink and plenty of air time; six eyes in mosaic cathedrals of misty surrealism scream out piercing laments of anger and grief under the scorching grasp of traitor. Skillfully with unique precision, his hand tightened the remaining coils and with exact veridicality and mirth in his poise, moving sensibly downward complexion then back to its ups, disseminating glittery ink of stricken garnish through delicate garden folds of ivory flesh. Subtly, almost too delicately like if every inch could crack under the heft of his markings, enough for one to relax and fall asleep under such caress. Something that should be rightfully done by him, a pattern of sort. Or? Judging by the ticklish sensation if movements perceived enough -- a symbol? So tense in his posture and bearing his hostage was, until relaxing just finely. Meanwhile, in the land where gods could find sanctuary, crowds of people gathered from all across the country to witness such remarkable extravaganza, a spectacle of true romanticism. To bask in elemental comfort of heart and soul in a glimpse of the eternal, serene divinity; lay prayers into the flickering flames, and send them burning brightly with the river steams in hopes for their wishes to come true. Even better because Geto knew well his old friend would not start a battling ruckus with so many people present. '' A bit up, '' in coincidental pitch of sound, he muttered nearly in a scolding frown because of reflective little vinces upon his countenance, then rekindled brush and cheekbone in unison. Insidious fan pressed some bit in motivation for shiro in blindfold to tilt head back and a little closer to him upward in better angle if appropriate. Like fail-safe brakes for use on steep gradients, there was imperceptible purr to one's satisfaction for such effortless acquiescence had a certain allure that may break like a mirror, sending spinning pieces toward direction of the onlooker. All the meanwhile he would sketch throughout the black expanse of the vessel to bring limitless colors inside him to the surface. Only colors? For Geto knew at certain extent whatever he was capable evoking within the Honored One's heart had nothing to do with purity at all and could be quite the opposite and very destructive; such thought would never cease to amuse him to no ends.

One must not be over-confident or it will be no lasting defeat. Beneath the traditional mask, the Curse user's half-smile still cunning and full of tricks said much the same whilst binding time for idle talk as long as Satoru willed to listen to his account closely. Much was encapsulated in aureate patterns carved into kuro superfice symbolizing harbinger of good harvests, smarts, and prosperity. The creative moment finally comes to the breaking point when a tantalizing tool of tribulation is no longer needed and a child rushes back to re-claim it. But something's amiss, the last detail ... The paper fan retracted, instead a hand clad in fine-drawn blackness sewn for traditional festivities rose to pale features. Thumb finds its way to lower dot and brushes across it, smudging and creating a visual oblique the brush could not. There ...

And he looked once again more contently, " All done. ~ ''

... you're not a prisoner anymore.

But what it was was a mysterious decor coating the right side of his face? Satoru Gojo will figure out only after looking in the mirror.

[aideshou]

Spider Lily Tōrō 🌾🍂❤️

[royumijapon]

Tōrō — Lanterns In The Temples And Shrines Of Japan

In Japan, Tōrō灯籠 is a traditional lantern made of stone, wood, or metal. Like many other elements of traditional Japanese architecture, it originated in China, where it can still be found in Buddhist temples and Chinese gardens. They are not as common in Korea as they are in China or Japan and were originally used only in Buddhist temples, where they were lined up and served to illuminate the paths considered an offering to Buddha. Its use in Shinto shrines and also in private homes began during the Heian period (794-1185) The oldest surviving bronze and stone lanterns can be found in Nara Prefecture .

During the Azuchi-Momoyama period (1568–1600) stone lanterns were popularized by tea masters, who used them as decorations for their gardens. Soon they began to develop new types according to need, for example in modern gardens they have a purely ornamental function and are placed along paths, near water, or next to a building.

Tōrō灯籠 can be classified into two main types, the tsuri-dōrō (lanterns that usually hang from the eaves of a roof) and the dai-dōrō (platform lamp used in gardens and along the approach ( sandō ) of a shrine or The two most common types of dai-dōrō are the bronze lantern and the stone lantern placed on a pedestal, the latter sometimes called ishi-dōrō石灯籠

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[ed092]

。。Você sabia que essas lanternas que ornamentam os jardins orientais são chamadas de Tōrō (灯籠) ? Elas são lanternas comumente feitas de pedra, madeira ou metal, tradicional do Extremo Oriente e muito comuns no Japão, onde foram originalmente utilizados para iluminar os caminhos em templos budistas. Durante o Período Heian (794-1185), porém, passaram a ser usados também em santuários xintoístas e em residências privadas. Largo da Pólvora 。 Reposted from @glaucobelliboni • • • • • • リベルダーデ ⛩️🏮 • • • • • • #サンパウロ #リベルダーデ #saopaulo #bairrodaliberdade #bairroliberdade #liberdadesp #ig_sampa #diariosp #achadosdaliberdade #spnalente #sampaposts #existecoremsp #omelhordesampa #ig_spnafoto #centrosp #euamosp #splovers #euvejosp #cidadedagaroa #achadosdaliba #sp4you (em Largo da Pólvora) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjlSi8QLXvJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[anisioluiz]

Bird of the Week Invitation XVIII: Swan

I’m choosing swan for IJ’s Bird of the Week XVIII. In the wild, swans can live to be over 20 years old. Swans are relatives of geese and ducks. ============================================================ Anecdote #26: Tōrō (Stone Lantern) Tōrōs have been iconic symbols of Japanese gardens and architecture. It adds touch of tradition and tranquility to the gardens. […]Bird of the Week Invitation…

[aleo-g]

  credits to the owner

[fatchance]

Tōrō. Tree. Bridge.

[kayabuki]

東大寺灯籠 by Owen Wong

[teachmetokyo]

The Many Lanterns of Takao-san

Statues in the Mist near 佛舎利奉安塔