I live for Sumo, no question. Everyone tells me that my dreams of being a Sumo wrestler are the stupidest things they’ve ever heard. But I’ve wanted to do it ever since I participated in the foreign exchange program at my school and got to go to Japan for six months last year. My name is John Bloom, my and I’m not going to apologize for loving Sumo, like I did before. And when Sam texted me and told me I had to be true to myself and live my dream I took that as divine intervention. Yes I’m a bigger guy, no, I’m not your traditional hero but I like it that way. I like to surprise people.

I decided I would take all of the money that I have been saving to get my own apartment and use it for a plane ticket back to Japan. Using what was left over for sumo classes. It took a few months, working on my language skills; trying out for several semi-professional heyas, or stables, and finally, after what seemed like an eternity I was excepted into one. I won a lot of my matches, and eventually I was contacted by a fledgling heya in the US. They wanted me to help train the new recruits. Of course that would mean that I would have to leave my group.

I went back-and-forth on it for a while measuring the pros and cons of everything. Finally with a very heavy heart, I decided it was time to go back home. But not before my friends and I had one last outing as a team. We decided that we would use the location of the last event that I was going to be a part of, in the Shinjuku region of Japan as a backdrop for our last hurrah together, at least for a while. We found tall, bright sunflowers. We decided it would be fun to put on our gear and interspersed ourselves within the flowers. But who would hold the camera? All of my friends wanted to be in the shot, Considering I didn’t know when I would see them next, I agreed to hold the camera. In the end it was a good decision because I was glad my entire heya was in the picture, as they have all become my family.Maybe one day I’ll elaborate more on them but for now I will leave you with the image of grown men In sumo gear just enjoying a summers day in a field of towering sunflowers!さようなら [Sayonara]

It didn’t matter if it was a stag on a mossy rock, or a blue jay on the highest oak branch, the wild stared longingly into the falls. She hypnotised any being that dared stare at her majesty. Cascades of her silver nourished the sun blushed rocks below and then smacked a kindly smile back at the wilderness that admired her. Some said the falls were a gift from the fairies that protected the forest long before human entanglement. They were the guardians of this green, fruitful and giving land, even sacrificing their lives to protect their home. Eventually, the myth was perpetuated further through the inordinate amount of travellers that ventured through the forest and found themselves encased in permanent silver. Stories tell of the glittering sheen that radiated from each droplet. Lamenting a ferocious and constant wail, a wail that each traveller was drawn into like some obsessed marionette.

One white haired hermit slumped on the final ebony boulder, his altar to pray to his goddess. Men and women say he was praying for forgiveness, some say he was tormented. The guardians of the forest knew the truth, that he was powerless to her radiance. He merely saw a siren calling out for help, which would only be quelled by his assistance. He plunged into the depths, arms pinned to his sides, frozen in this moment of acceptance. His white face grew whiter than his hair but a content smile carved itself into his face. Drifting off into a deep and sacrificial sleep.

She had taken another one. The majesty of her siren call and infinite beauty had encapsulated nature and stolen another life.

Inspired by a trip to a waterfall near Snowdonia. For Her.

Oh the emptiness, like someone has just filled their suitcases and left. No note or goodbye letter. Empty rails with scattered clothes hangers, carelessly discarded. Waiting for the next occupier to use them but will they ever get used again ?!! Are they worthy ?

A picture is like a frozen moment in time, but one that will last forever, it’s the moment you see every now and than but one that stays with you,whether sentimental or as a nice contemporary piece

Warm Weather

Smooth Waves

Tumbling

Not Cold

And Drab

Exams Suck

Sorry