Kamakura is a smallish town one hour by train from Tokyo and it is known for its many zen temples. If you get off the train at Kita-Kamakura, the closest temple complex is also the second largest one. It is called Engaku-ji.
I found it surprisingly difficult to photograph in Kamakura, quite simply because everything, including architecture, is so far away from that I am used to seeing, that I had to think hard and long about composition. (Insert thanks to my patient friends here.)
Temples, halls, stone and wooden carvings, moss covered trees, ponds, strange colourful berries, votive tablets, tea house, it was all there.
And bells, more votive tablets (they are called Ema and you write your prayer/wish on the back side), and rice cracker sellers in Kamakura itself. By the way, sweet potato ice cream and chestnut ice cream are both delicious. Just don’t try to photograph while holding an ice cream cone in one hand and having two cameras hung on your neck, unless you wish to provide comic relief in the form of a “How to strangle yourself with your own camera strap” performance.
I see this post is becoming very long and a good candidate for one of my to-be-continued-tomorrow-or-most-probably-much-later-next-week-or-so stories. Tomorrow, probably.