Japanese architect Riken Yamamoto was born in 1945 to civilian parents in Beijing, China. His engineer father was part of an occupying workforce. When the family moved back to Japan in 1947, it was to a Tokyo that had largely been reduced to rubble in the last days of World War II.
Riken Yamamoto “aims to dignify, enhance and enrich the life of individuals — from children to elders — and their social connections,” reads the Pritzker Prize jury citation. It concludes: He reminds us that “in architecture, as in democracy, spaces must be created by the resolve of the people.”
One of Yamamoto’s most magical buildings might be the transparent firehouse he designed in Hiroshima. “The place is especially popular with children,” the architect allowed. “They like to see the fireman training.”
It’s covered in glass louvres, so you can see the firefighters’ activities from the outside.
The façade, walls and floors of the Hiroshima Nishi Fire Station are all constructed of glass.
A central atrium in the Hiroshima Nishi Fire Station spotlights the work and training of the firefighters. A lobby and terrace are open for public use.
A mysterious figure emerged from the shadows, clutching a worn leather journal.
Mica ran toward the docks holding the book tightly to her chest. The enclosed writings were the only proof of the misdealings of her brother Isaac. It included dates, prices and drawings of the items he obtained illegally.
Mica felt someone following her and llooked nervously back to see her other brother James. He approached, saying, “I know what you plan to do but it’s much too dangerous for you…you’re a woman for god’s sake!” Mica stopped and looked at him with disgust.
“I expected you to do it, but you chose to go along with Isaac’s schemes. I’m taking this to the harbor master now!”
Undaunted, Mica pushed him away and picked up her pace, running to the office at the docks. The lists of stolen property would be in the hands of the law now.
For those new to dVerse, a quadrille is our very own homegrown form where we write a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title. If you are adventurous you could write a sijo, a tanka, a golden shovel or use any other poetic form as long as you don’t exceed the word limit.
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Slumber, word of elusive form Of sleeping—sadly, not my norm Fluffing pillows, relaxing nerves Actual sleeping never serves I envy those who lay quietly and soar Into dreamland, or even snore! Alas I’ll never complete that chore My exhausted body needs much more.
1. What to you is the first sign of Spring? When I was a child it was the old standby – robin.
2. Do you have a favourite flower at this time of year? Daffodils are my all time favorite.
3. Does your country exercise the hour change? Yes, but being retired it makes no difference to me. However I do not like getting up in the dark.
4. Do you spring clean your home throughout, change furniture around or keep to a normal routine? I keep my apartment the same all year.
Gratitude: It’s been a long haul of girls basketball but ended this weekend with camaraderie between teammates strengthened. Today starts the soccer season⚽️♥️
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