"When I stepped into the apple orchard for the first time, the field was covered in snow, and it glimmered in thick light. I smelled a scent of rotten apples and heard the chirping of birds. The trunks that were bent over from teh weight of a full autumn bounty of apples were now covered in snow. The trunks seem to enjoy listening to the chirping of birds as the branches bent like bows occasionally shrugged off the snow that covered them. The small apple orchard in snow country seemed as though it was a giant creature that breathed silently as it lay in hiding. The scenery was so astonishing that I made a boy unconsciously. Ever since that day, I returned to visit as I was drawn into its vigorous body. The privilege of entering this restricted area made me feel elevated. I bowed deeply at the entrance gate in early morning and left before high noon."
- Sachiko Kawanabe sononite 2015
This publication includes an A2 poster of a photograph from Sachiko Kawanabe's sononite