by Kazu
I jogged to the foot of Mt. Hakodate, the residential area of the City. My father had lived there thirty years ago and I visited him several times during his mandate in the city.
This is the intersection and the tram station in Yachigashira Area. It was so-called magic hour of sunset. Yachigashira Area was in the shade made by Mt. Hakodate.
The clouds turned violet reflecting the red color of sunset on the west. The strait Tsugaru was still calm on that day. The silhouette of Aomori Peninsula could be seen.
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