Ever have a dream that you just couldn't shake? Kishiwada was a place like that for me, and this time of year always reminds me of that feeling of a waking dream. I've tried to distill a memory and to express a feeling of peering into another place by letting the composition lead us to look at the clothes rather than the people who are wearing them, as many tourists in transition and expatriates alike are apt to do in another land. Although we don't see the faces of the mother or of the son in full, that look of protective pride is there in the mother's shoulders and the little boy's feeling of cautious jubilation in a downturned glance.