小仁熊ダムの水面を、高速道路の橋梁がまたぐ。全国でも珍しいこの景色が、早朝の濃い霧にすっぽりと包まれていた。橋脚は淡く溶け、緑も水鏡も白に沈む。どこまでが現実で、どこからが夢か——ひとり、その境目をさまよう。筑北村の、静かな夏の朝。
English
A highway bridge spans the still waters of Konikuma Dam — a sight rare anywhere in Japan. This early morning, a thick fog had swallowed it whole. The piers melt into pale air; the green hills and the mirror of the lake dissolve into white. Where does the world end, and where does the dream begin? Alone, you wander somewhere along that vanishing line. A quiet summer morning in Chikuhoku.
