In January I had just moved to Tokyo, and I was still mesmerized with everything Japanese. All the wires were so different from where I used to live.

The view from the back balcony was even more wired.

And the manhole-covers were pretty.

I installed hipstamatic on my iPhone, and everything around me felt like a dream, I was in a daze.

And the view from the front balcony of Shinjuku was beautiful. It was warm enough to go outside without a jacket on, in the middle of January.

I went to little resturants where I could not read the menu.

I saw schoolgirls and oranges on the trees.