Autumn is in the air, and I decide to go on a little outing.
The wind through the pines ripples the river surface. I bump into a friend on the boat.
The boatman tells us tales of yore.
Sailing beyond the rows of pines we spy the old houses of Hagi. The town beyond the stone-lined moat looks hazy in the sea air.
The tour boat glides under the bridge out to the open sea, sending up spray.
We circle around through the waves of the Japan Sea back to the shore.