Friday, December 30, 2016

“The Garden Of Words” & Koi

Two quick notes: first, please try to watch “The Garden of Words” before reading this (it’s only 46 minutes long and is available for free online), and second, while you’re watching, please keep the idea of romance out of your head and don't skip the credits!


            Let’s ask ourselves a very philosophical, and deeply human, question: what is the nature of love, or posed another way, what characterizes love? An innumerable number of authors and artists have created an innumerable amount of works dedicated to answering this very puzzling, but important, question.

In recent years, a number of works, notably films, have explored new ideas in relation to just what exactly is the nature of love. From the idea of love between a human and non-human put forth by the brilliant drama film “Her,” to the idea of love defying traditional gender ideals as depicted in the very engaging and whimsical anime film “Your Name,” the traditional idea of love in the United States and abroad has been challenged by cinema a number of times. These challenges are most likely a result of changing social norms and the advent of a brand-new and constantly evolving online world that has created a wholly new way to foster and have relationships with other people and fall in love.


With this new online world and quickly evolving social norms, there is one film that put forth a very foreign, at least to my mind, and interesting idea related to the nature of love: the 2013 anime film directed by Makoto Shinkai titled “The Garden of Words.” In this masterfully crafted visual and thematic odyssey, Shinkai weaves the traditional Japanese meaning behind the word “love” into a very appropriate and poignant setting in modern Japanese society; and in the process, he teaches us volumes about the nature of love itself and how we should go about our relationships with others.


            In order to fully understand this film, one needs to know and understand what the director was intending to convey, and by that I mean one must know the fundamental difference between two meanings associated with the word concept: love. The commonly used and modern concept for “love” in the Japanese language is ren’ai. This word reflects a Western-influenced idea of romance per the likes of some of Shakespeare’s stories and Victorian ideals. In contrast, the older, more traditional concept for “love” is koi. This concept of “love” came about in the era of Man'yōshū, and the kanji used in koi reflect the idea of “love” that was prevalent at that time (“The Garden of Words”). When translated, the word’s kanji is read quite literally as “lonely sadness,” and this meaning is interpreted by Shinkai to mean simply “longing for someone in solitude” (“The Garden of Words”). 

            With that, Shinkai intended to make the central elements of “The Garden Of Words” loneliness and love by expressing the meaning of koi and its traditional idea of “lonely sadness” in a modern, very real and relatable, societal setting. It is not a cookie-cutter romance story that is perpetuated in American cinemas, and it is not the melodramatic mess that many think it is. Instead, “The Garden of Words” is a wonderfully detailed masterpiece delving into an old, but paradoxically kind of new, idea of the nature of love that is wholly lacking in romance and full of companioned-sized holes in all our hearts.


            The story starts with the main male character, the 15 year-old Takao Akizuki, skipping school to enjoy his hobby of shoe designing under the gaze of a rainy morning in the Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden. During his foray into the garden, he encounters another person, the main female character, seemingly doing the same thing: skipping out on societal responsibilities to enjoy their hobbies or quirks. He immediately notices that she is enjoying the rainy morning by delving into beer and eating chocolate, and he points them out as perhaps being her quirks. In contrast, she notices that he is a student and is skipping out on his responsibilities as well. After this realization, she leaves him with a one piece of a tanka, a form of Japanese poetry, from the era of Man'yōshū:


            With the mysterious woman and tanka embedded in his head, Takao visits the garden on another rainy morning and finds the same woman doing the same things. They acknowledge each other’s company and, after some light conversation, they both resolve to meet each other on rainy morning in the garden. Over the course of Tokyo’s rainy season, they meet and, quite simply, talk to one another. Takao talks about his dream of becoming a shoemaker, an odd career path in today’s tech-driven world, and she simply listens to him. He talks about his life, his aspirations, and his future to her, but she does not even disclose her name, nor her life, dreams, loves, or pain. One day, she states that “before I knew it, I wasn’t able to walk properly anymore” (“The Garden of Words”). In response, Takao decides to make a pair of shoes for her in order to help her walk again.

            Eventually, the rainy season ends and their meetings become non-existent. We see both of them lamenting the passing of the rainy season, particularly the woman, who we learn has both been bullied and largely detached from “normal” society. When Takao’s school year starts, he, and the audience, finally learns who the woman is. We learn that she is Yukari Yukino, the 27 year-old classical literature teacher at Takao’s high school, and that she was subject to petty bullying by her students over a jealous tiff. Takao confronts the bullies, gets beat up, and meets Yukino again at the garden. Now that the apparent veil concealing Yukino’s identity has been lifted, Takao is able to figure out and recite to her the other piece of the tanka that she left him pondering the first time they met:


            Soon after, they get caught in a rainstorm and proceed to spend the afternoon at her apartment eating and talking to their hearts’ delight. They both describe their shared afternoon as the happiest time of their lives. Takao later confesses that he thinks he has fallen in love with Yukino. She dismisses this, stating that she is moving back to her hometown soon, and she thanks him for helping her walk again. After exchanging a solemn and role-respecting “arigatou gozaimashita,” he abruptly leaves (An Analysis…). She looks back at their shared time in the garden and decides to chase after Takao. They confront each other in a rain soaked stairwell overlooking the garden, and Takao lets out a burst of anger at Yukino about her never opening up to him and never sharing anything about herself because he thinks she is just humoring a young man with high aspirations. As the rain stops and the sun start to shine, Yukino embraces Takao and opens up to him by telling him how he saved her.

            We then see them part ways on different paths, with one starting a new path while the other staying steady on another. At the end, we see Takao reading a letter from Yukino in the garden with the shoes he made for Yukino at his side. After finishing the letter, he leaves the shoes in the garden and vows to see her again once he learns to walk on his own as well.


Throughout the film, we see that Yukino has an issue; after all, she is sitting in a park illegally drinking beer and eating various chocolates in her work clothes on rainy days. However, that issue is slowly elaborated upon, and with its reveal comes one of the important take ways from the film thematically. Yukino was happily pursuing her dreams, having relationships, and generally engaged in society until she was subject to bullying by her students. This horrendous treatment, over a jealous tiff remember, caused her to go into a very depressed and psychologically negative state wherein it got so bad that she developed a bad taste disorder, hence the beer and chocolate.  During these hard times for her, it is revealed that everyone around her, even her boyfriend, Mr. Itou, who is a dean at her high school, didn’t believe her and treated her situation as solely her own problem. Instead of going to the police with harassment charges, Mr. Itou decided to put the school’s, and by extension his own, reputation ahead of Yukino’s dire situation. As a result, the façade that Yukino held about society and her relationships were all but destroyed wherein she realized that all her relationships that she held dear and cherished were empty and superficial (Kotonoha no Niwa). She realizes that she was being ignored by the people she held dear as well as by society itself. It may be said that she was not even treated as a human during that time (Review: “The…). She realizes that she was experiencing what it truly means to be alone or to be in a state of “lonely sadness;” to be utterly, unflinchingly ignored by those around you despite their presence (Kotonoha no Niwa). She utterly lost the will to create or maintain relationships with other people after this soul-crushing realization, and that is when we first see her in the garden drinking beer and eating chocolate, alone, as the rain falls down around her.


In contrast, Takao seems to be going through the same thing, albeit in a drastically different situation and manner. In watching his interactions with others besides Yukino, one is almost forced to see that he is lacking in meaningful connections with other people as well. His mother is seen to run out on her children, his brother is seen to see him and his dreams as just teenage obsessions, and his friends seem to be held at arm’s length. All of these interactions point to the idea that Takao is in a state of lonely sadness as well, but like the “old” Yukino, he simply hasn’t yet realized that his relationships are in that same state (Kotonoha no Niwa).


This creates an interesting dynamic, and one that drives the film’s plot and climax. From their first meeting, it is shown that Takao and Yukino don’t know each other as people normally would. In a sense, most “normal” relationships can be seen as a public interaction turning into a private relationship wherein one exchanges the customary greetings and small talk before getting to know another or divulge one’s personality and characteristics. Inversely, Yukino and Takao get to know each other by sharing their private selves first, and only learning of each other’s public attributes by sheer happenstance. For example, their first impressions of one another are about the things they do not want society to find out, such as skipping school to draw or skipping work to drink and eat alone (An Analysis…). It is this private “life” divulgence, or “opening up,” that draws Yukino into her relationship with Takao, and this is especially seen in the content and nature of the tanka she leaves Takao with after their first meeting. She wants someone to open up to her and simply treat her as another person, and her use of the tanka subtly and eloquently verbalizes her longing. By opening himself up to her, not outwardly caring about her name, title, occupation, or past, she finally feels connected to another person again.

Takao hints at a similar feeling of longing for a meaningful human connection throughout the film, and mistakes it for romantic love near the end during their afternoon together, but he doesn’t truly realize its nature until the end when she opens up to him (Kotonoha no Niwa). By stating that their interactions was the only thing that saved her from a life of lonely sadness, he finally realizes that he was trying to fill the same “hole” she was, and that he was also trying to climb out of the pit of lonely sadness that plagued his relationships. Ultimately, no “love” is declared as there is simply the realization and acceptance that they both saved each other from lonely sadness and filled the hole that they so desperately wanted filled.

At its core, koi is about people’s craving for companionship in the most basic sense: a simple connection between two people that is unclouded by expectations of romance or sex. There seems to be a companion-sized hole in all our “hearts,” by that I mean our emotional, psychological, and interpersonal well-being, that we constantly, almost incessantly, attempt to fill. To be an existentialist for a moment, we desperately crave for some form of acknowledgement or recognition of our existence; we need confirmation that we are indeed alive, and the apparent “fix” for that is companionship. That “hole” cannot be filled, nor is it ever filled, by the indifference and apathy that is experienced when one is in a state of “lonely sadness” because to be regarded with indifference and apathy is the same thing as being ignored which is the exact opposite of that recognition we crave (Kotonoha no Niwa). But, koi, or simply the act of “longing for someone in solitude,” can be seen as the sole way to “fill” that companion-sized hole as it drives that fundamental need for companionship and recognition.

Essentially, Shinkai wants the audience to consider the idea that love is born out of fundamental need for companionship and recognition, and not out of a need to high-strung romance or sexual desire. Even more, perhaps Shinkai wants the audience to consider the idea that love is simply two connected people regardless of anything else, whether that is age, sex, or occupation (Kotonoha no Niwa). As it is presented in the film, and perhaps for Shinkai himself, love is both the longing for someone in solitude and the subsequent cessation of that longing in the creation of a meaningful connection with another person.


In the end, however, Shinkai does an interesting thing with Takao and Yukino’s relationship, and I think speaks even more volumes about the nature of love. By helping each other either learn or relearn how to “walk,” Shinkai reveals that, while they “saved” each other by each making the other realize their lack of actually meaningful and not superficial human relationships, they fundamentally need to part ways and continue to “walk” their own paths. With that, the theme of koi and “lonely sadness” is elevated to a lesson on both why "loneliness shouldn’t be treated as something that must be fixed" and one's “purpose” in life because love should enable people, not disable them (“The Garden of Words”).

After seeing Yukino and Takao’s embrace during the film’s climax, I found the ending extremely confusing as it was the exact opposite of what I expected to happen. Why do they, after “saving” each other, simply part ways and perhaps never see each other again? Shinkai answers elegantly answers this question in the film’s ending, where “The Garden of Words” can come to be seen as a film about two people losing, or desperately trying to find, their purpose in life and, consequently, their “will” to live or progress in life. Yukino lost her drive and purpose because of her experiences with her bullying students and her realization that she was not even treated as a human being, even by those she holds most dear. Takao is desperately trying to find a purpose for his life as seen in his passion for shoemaking and dispassion for normal school. Their “paths” in life have either been lost or not concrete and clear as a result of their shared experience of lonely sadness. Put simply, they can’t walk their individual paths. In “saving” each other, they can see their paths sprawled out before them where Yukino continues to teach in her hometown and Takao continues his training to become a shoemaker. They both learned how to walk, either again or for the first time, their individual paths through their mutual companionship with one another, through koi and “longing for someone in solitude.” If they had simply stayed together, then neither of them would have ever gotten back up and walking on their paths as they would have been stuck in their “garden” simply fulfilling each other’s need for a connection to others (Kotonoha no Niwa).


Through the film’s wonderful ending, Shinkai makes one final statement about the nature of love, wherein perhaps “love,” in its most basic form: companionship arising from an understanding of lonely sadness, koi, is meant to help people walk their individual path in life. Essentially, love shouldn’t be seen as the mere means or “drug” that many people think it is; instead, love should be seen as the one of the many “sets of directions” to life that seeks to help people along the path of life. In the end, Yukino and Takao realize that they helped each other do just that: help each other along the path of life. Their time in and around their “garden of words” helped them, quite simply, find their own motivations to walk the path of life and live.

~ Author’s Note: You can watch and read my thematic analysis of “The Wind Rises” and see a very similar conclusion and statement made by Miyazaki about dreams. Pretty cool! ~


I know that this is a very hard, dense, and really unflinching film that doesn’t really cater to normal audiences to well that are looking for an animated version of a romantic drama. This was a hard film for me to understand and process, a lover of film and its themes, but that is a testament to both what Shinkai was able to create and just how hard to “show” the included themes is. The fact of the matter is that I cannot find another Western film that portrays this theme, even in different form, as all the base ideas and or execution seem to be drastically different. There simply isn’t anything else like this film except for a few Miyazaki films in my experience.

I want to be clear that this is by no means the only interpretation for this film as there are numerous other symbols, ideas, and overall thematic interpretations that I haven’t even touched in this analysis. I encourage you to watch this film for yourself, read other analyses, and form your own interpretations on the film because I think this film’s themes are very important in this day and age.

I think that this film, even before the beginning of the writing process for this post, is what truly got me motivated to pursue filmmaking simply because, on a seemingly subconscious level, I could tell that every frame, sound, movement, rain drop had a distinct and noteworthy purpose in the story and themes. The visuals are the story and I strongly admire Shinkai for the work he did on this film. It truly is a master-class in film form, but, more specifically, it is a master-class telling a story almost totally visually, all the while surrounding a very difficult theme, with minimal dialogue and a short duration.

Every time I watch “The Garden of Words,” I get very, almost stupidly, happy on the inside, despite some of the more sad portions of the story and themes, simply because I feel as though this film has helped me begin to walk my path, just like Takao, Yukino, and even Shinkai have.

~ Works Cited ~






Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Why I Love Anime: An Editorial

            Hello my dear readers! This is the first entry in what I hope will become a long and enduring series of essays, editorials, and analyses of films, images, and the stories that accompany them. I hope that you enjoy my first entry in the series and that you return for more entries in the future.


            I love anime, but maybe you realized that from the title of this editorial. I love it for five main reasons that I don’t think get adequately addressed or paid attention to in Western live-action or animated films and series. The art, themes, characters, stories, and music of anime all combine and interweave with one another to create mystical and fantastic masterpieces of films and series that, in my humble opinion, elevate the medium far, far above other forms of video and filmmaking.

But what exactly is “anime?” There is certainly a disagreement in the anime industry and audience about as to just what anime is defined as, but I think that the simple definition given by anime’s Wikipedia article is the best. Anime is defined as “Japanese hand-drawn or computer animation” (Wikipedia). Note that it is only animation that comes out of Japan, and that it doesn’t have to have the stereotypical “anime look” to it that so many Western audiences seem to despise. As long it is animation form Japan, it is anime.

With that simple definition that is definitely up to interpretation, I find it odd that there still remains a stigma among Western mainstream filmmakers and audiences that anime is made simply for children, and that animation, or the more derogatory term “cartoons,” simply cannot achieve the visual, emotional, or thematic depth that live-action films and series achieve. In short, they simply don’t take anime seriously and somewhat shrug it off as a distinct, and often stellar, art form.

My love of anime probably is in part due to the fact that my parents showed me anime films when I was very young, and also because I have always watched at least some form of animation in my media consumption for almost the entirety of my life. In a sense, I was “prepped” for loving the medium because it has “always” been with me, simply sitting in the back of my mind and always having an emotional connection with it. Fun fact, the film “My Neighbor Totoro” was the first film that I ever shed a tear to. Can you guess the art form? If you said anime, then you get a cookie! Good job!

That being said, I would like to briefly explain the five main reasons why I love anime using some specific examples of films and series that I have grown very fond of over the past year. This is not a “top ten” list or my personal favorites; it is a bunch of examples that exemplify the reasons why I have come to love anime from various different perspectives. Perhaps this is the little nudge one might need to open their eyes to the world of anime. In the immortal words of the Joker, “All you need is a little push!”


The many distinct art styles within anime create a lush and diverse world filled with loads of unique, inspiring, or disturbing visuals. From the hyper-real, lovingly detailed animation of the film “The Garden of Words” to the whimsical, fairly tale like art of “Wolf Children,” anime is full of different ways to animate the same features to either literally make the audiences jaws drop at its beauty or for said features to really and truly blend themselves into the cinematic experience. The animation is not just the medium; it becomes part of the film or series’ world. This is something I don’t really see a lot of anymore in live-action or even in Western filmmaking in general. It isn’t just something you tell a story through; it is something you tell said story with. This point is illustrated beautifully in any film out of Studio Ghibli, and specifically Hayao Miyazaki’s works. They use animation’s influence on character movement, settings, and relationships to fully tell their stories though nonverbal, visual means. Again, this is something that has been pretty much lost in mainstream Western filmmaking in favor over either a story eclipsing visuals or visuals eclipsing story, which either way do not work as good films or even as basic stories. There’s a quote from Chuck Jones, the animation director of the “Looney Tunes” shorts, which pretty much sums up this point of telling a story through simply animated visuals; “if you can’t tell what’s happening by the way the character moves, then you’re not animating” (“Chuck Jones: The Evolution of an Artist”). Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli use this maxim in their animation to create a complete picture and story of the world and the events that they are describing in the film. On another note, it is important to realize that anime, or more animation in general, has the very unique power to quite literally bring characters and worlds to life. I want to say that anime just makes writers, directors, and animators themselves simply experiment and let their creativity and imagination reign supreme, but this more something that is seen and not told.  


            I’m going to put this out there up front; no other films or series have challenged my preconceived notions about the world and our place in it more than anime films or series. The massively influential and controversial ‘90s anime series, “Neon Genesis Evangelion,” took me on a psychological, emotional, and philosophical mind-fucking journey that pried my eyes wide open towards the ideas of existentialism and humanism. Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli films explore a vast array of different themes, from gender and family roles to nature, dreams, and one’s childhood innocence. In one of my personal favorites, “The Wind Rises,” I was confronted with a situation in which I questioned just why I exist and how I should go about living the life I have. They show the viewer seemingly incomprehensible images, and then challenge them to find the meaning and purpose of those images by and for their self. Miyazaki himself has said this in multiple interviews over the years (“Hayao Miyazaki - The Essence of Humanity”). Seemingly nothing is off the table for discussion, critical analysis, or dispute, and that opens up a whole new world that can help open viewers’ minds to new ideas about the world and themselves.       


            Maybe this is a weird thing to say, but I honestly feel as though I empathize more with characters in anime, that is literally a bunch of lines combined and painted together, than in live-action films and series. Take “House of Cards” for instance, throughout the show I felt like I was simply watching something unfold and, excuse my cheesiness, that I wasn’t a “part” of or a member of the story. I don’t really hold the show in high regard anymore simply because of this lack of attachment, projection, or empathy. In anime, I legitimately feel as though I am a part of the story and that I’m not just watching something unfold. I feel like I go on a journey with characters, even if those same characters don’t take a single step. I feel like I am the characters and that the characters are me. I don’t know why this is though, perhaps it’s the writing or simply animation, but it is a legitimate and very real feeling. Speaking of empathy, Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli films are probably the easiest and most empathetically-inclined films that I have ever seen. The characters suck you into their world and make you “one” with them. You are the character, and the character is you. Maybe this is due to their subtle actions that we all do that are mimicked in the films as this helps to pull the world into the realm of out reality. If a character behaves like we do, then how would we not empathize with them? Miyazaki characters also have another deeply empathetic trait; they are all flawed in some way, and they remain flawed even in the end. We can’t empathize with something that’s perfect. So in building flaws into the characters and world, Miyazaki is better able to pull us into the world and characters because they are, sometimes shockingly, similar. Another great director and film that does this is Mamoru Hosada and “Wolf Children.” In watching this film, I felt as though I went on a journey with the characters and I truly felt every emotion they displayed, whether it was pain, sadness, anger, or pure, innocent joy. I also projected my Mom onto the main character, Hana, which made the emotional power of many scenes almost heartbreakingly powerful and moving. “Neon Genesis Evangelion” also makes one empathize with its characters very well despite the main characters being 14 years old and the pilots of enormous mechas. It’s another case of the characters being flawed, but “Neon Genesis Evangelion” goes one step further and details the characters attempts, both successful and unsuccessful, to overcome said flaws, and the series also does a great thing in making the characters accept their flaws in light of certain events and decisions that they make. Anime, it seems, simply pulls me into the characters and makes me live as though I am them for the duration of the cinematic experience.


            The ability to bring a person’s imagination and creativity to life is a hallmark of animation and a testament to its power as a storytelling tool as, in regards to just which stories one can tell, the sky is the limit (but not the limit as you’ll soon see). Anime has spawned hundreds of different stories and worlds in their own right. The anime studio Gainax made an entire world and its characters for just one movie, “Royal Space Force.” All of the world’s customs, mannerisms, and issues were explored and revealed in a very fun and whimsical way that can only be accomplished in anime. Some Western animation, ahem Illumination Studios, love to distort people and their world to be something different to make sure that the distinction between animation and the real world is kept and reinforced. If anything, anime does the exact opposite as it breaks down the borders and makes you question which reality you want to inhabit. In “Wolf Children” only one aspect of our world is changed (you’ll know it when you see it), but that change makes a huge difference in just how well the story is told and interpreted. Any story, and I mean ANY story, can be told through anime, whether it creates a whole new world or simply changes one small, insignificant part of our own world. The remake of the classic anime series “Space Battleship Yamato”, titled “Space Battleship Yamato 2199,” uses the storytelling style of a space opera, combined with gorgeous animation, to create a more compelling, more informative, and more emotionally evocative story of a ship and its main characters quest to save the human race than with similar space opera premises like “Star Wars.” The series literally travels outside the galaxy and explores the Universe’s secrets while fighting off a seemingly evil empire bent on the destruction of humanity. This story gripped me very intensely and had me on the edge of my seat for the duration of the series. Once again, it pulled me into the world and made me truly care for the characters and the ship that housed them. Tears came down when the legendary and penitent captain of the ship died while taking once last gaze upon the planet that he both doomed and saved. It is a deeply human story, not just for the humans, but for the “evil” citizens and soldiers of the attacking alien empire. The story is about blurred lines and the cosmic connectedness of the Universe; it’s not a story of good versus evil as seen in so many other stories, and that is what captivated me. Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli films also have incredible, at times almost stupefying simple, stories that envelop one into them because those stories are all about characters discovering the simple difference between what they want and what they need, whether that be for better or worse. There’s something about the ability for any small or grand premise to become beautifully realized in the medium of animation that simply sets anime above a majority of cinema’s many experiences.


            I have a lot of qualms about many live-action films’ usage of music and score, but as always there are exceptions in my qualms that blow my ears away with the stunning sounds (I’m looking at you John Williams and Hans Zimmer). However, I feel that anime, once again, blows live-action away in its usage and incorporation of music. Even the music itself seems to be just that much better and grander than its counterparts in live-action. Listen to any Miyazaki or Studio Ghibli soundtrack and you’ll see why their films work so well. Their main composer, Joe Hisashi, is a minimalist and experimenter, and those facts about him and his music show in the magnificent songs and sounds fused into Miyazaki’s films. Listen to the pounding marching songs of “Space Battleship Yamato 2199’s” opening, or listen to the poetic vocals of Earth’s song in “Infinite Universe.” A space opera needs an epic soundtrack, and “Space Battleship Yamato 2199’s” composers, the late Hiroshi Miyagawa and his son Akira Miyagawa, deliver the right music at the right time for the series. 

Makoto Shinkai uses music in a very unique way wherein he incorporated the music into the story, almost as a propellant, to advance or conclude key sequences, scenes, or ideas. One could rip the music and the associated scenes right out of the film and they would still stand perfectly on their own as an AMV (animated music video). The cuts to music and the flow of the music associated sequences always fit the pace of his works and never seem like the simply cheap gimmicks that some Western critics simply despise. Listen to “Once More Time One More Chance” and watch the accompanying sequence from “5 Centimeters Per Second” and you’ll see what I mean. Phew!


Now for what I consider to be the best, and I mean THE BEST, usage of music and visuals in not just anime but live-action as well. Go and watch “Wolf Children” or simply look up “Wolf Children Snow Scene Sub” in Youtube and pay attention to the music. Do it now… I’m patient.


Good. Notice how for a part of that snow scene that there is simply no music, no score, other than the sounds of the characters actions. Now notice that once the emotion starts to build in the scene then the music begins to play and corresponds with the joyful emotions that the characters are experiencing. Now then, take a look at when Yuki is confronted by Souhei, and notice the music behind it. It helps to build the tension of the scene perfectly right? In anime, the music is not just the background noise; it is an extension of the characters and the world. The music of anime completes the medium transition from simply, a bunch of visuals and sounds to a full-fledged cinematic experience.     


I love anime; maybe you realized that after reading this editorial. I love it for its art, themes, characters, stories, and music and just how all of those things combine and are woven together to create experiences that I’m sure I will treasure for the rest of my life.

But, the number one reason why I love anime is because it showed me just what I could do with visuals, stories, and sounds whether it is in animation or live-action. It opened my eyes to the world of filmmaking. It opened my eyes to just what I can accomplish with a camera, computer, and a bit of imagination and determination. Because of anime, I now want to pursue a career in filmmaking and experience all that is has to offer.

Above all, anime taught me that I can make art that can endure and inspire people. I sincerely think that is why I love anime; it is an art that I would love to create myself, for others.

~ Works Cited ~




Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Dragontail Peak via Backbone Ridge


Introduction:

Stephen and I climbed the Backbone Ridge route on the massive northern aspect of Dragontail Peak over the days of July 28th and 29th. The route, according to the Nelson’s “Selected Climbs in the Cascades: Volume 1,” is Grade IV+ and goes at 5.9. The climb is roughly 600 meters long and has very enjoyable harder sections interspersed with mid-fifth and easier climbing. The climb itself is anywhere from 12-14 pitches depending on how you break up the leads and terrain. The crux is a 5.9 offwidth that is only protectable by a #6 Camalot, and there are also a couple more .9 moves higher up on the route on the Fin and above the offwidth. 

Stephen and I took a 60 meter 9.5 mm rope, a rack of wires, cams from a blue Metolius to a #4 Camalot with doubles from #’s 0.5-1 and a single #6. We brought eight single length slings, three cordelletes, a few double length slings, and two quickdraws. I brought La Sportiva Boulder X High-Tops, and Stephen brought Guide Tennies for approach shoes. We both wore TC Pros, and brought an ice axe for the roughly 60 meter snow traverse to the base of the ridge and the initial descent slope off the south side of the mountain. Stephen brought a light sleeping bag and lots of extra clothes, while I brought a heavier sleeping bag and very little clothing. I had a small 25 liter pack, while Stephen had a 60 liter CiloGear pack. I brought my Nikon D5100 DSLR to capture the badassery that is the Stuart Range and the Enchantments. We also brought a light Jetboil to melt snow at the bivy site below the summit.

We planned to do the climb in one day and camp just below the summit, and outside the zone within which one needs the elusive Forest Circus permits, to help ease the stress of doing the whole thing in a day and allow us to actually enjoy the climb.

Wednesday the 27th

            My Mom, my dog Sadie, and I met Stephen in the Burlington Haggens parking lot shortly after 3:00 PM, and then the “Energizer Bunny” and I set off for Leavenworth shortly thereafter. The drive over went by without incident, except of course waiting to make a left onto Highway 2 in Sultan after getting some coffee (it was too funny watching Stephen grumble). We got food for the climb at the Safeway in Leavenworth and ate some pizza a Rudolf’s before we headed up the Icicle to the Mountaineer’s Creek “dirt bag” camp. We sorted the rack and packed what we could in our bags. We spent the next couple hours just relaxing and talking about everything from guiding, death in the mountains, and other routes to “the Dark Knight’s” Joker, Brad Pitt’s accent in the “Inglorious Basterds,” and who speaks the “third best Italian.” We hit the hay around 11:00 PM after deciding to wake up at around 2:30 AM.   

Thursday the 28th

            We both slept through our alarms and woke up shortly before 4:00 AM (sleeping Zeke and Stephen gave zero shits about alarms). We threw our stuff in the truck and we blasted off to the Stuart Lake Trailhead under the influence of “Californiacation” and some Red Bull (Stephen not me…). We got to the trailhead, packed up our gear, and ate some oatmeal under the lightening sky. Soon enough we set off up the Stuart Lake trail towards the junction with the Colchuck Lake trail. After hitting the junction and crossing Mountaineer’s Creek, we climbed for a while more until we were just below 5000’. We took a break on a rock slab, and then we continued all the way to the southern shore of Colchuck Lake. At that point we left the actual trail and continued up and left towards the base of the Backbone ridge. We took another nice break at a glacial creek to drink and fill up our water bottles one last time before we started the climb. From there, we trended up and more left onto a ridge separating two snowfields. We dropped our packs and scoped out where the route starts and how we were going to cross the snow to it. We decided to cross the snowfield by angling up and left to a flat ramp on rock that led to lower angle ledges with trees on them. Stephen led off and cut steps with his ice axe up and across the slope. The snow was crossed without a hitch and soon we were scrambling across third class ledges towards the offwidth. Stephen found a pack somewhere up the scrambling containing Petzl strap-on crampons, an old Jetboil, a pair of Asolo mountain boots, and numerous other items. After some more progressively harder scrambling, Stephen decided to take a break to get the rack out and harness up for roped climbing. We were ready for roped climbing, but we didn’t rope up. Instead, we soloed up a low-fifth variation to the first pitch of the route described in Blake’s new “Cascades Rock” guidebook.

Backbone Ridge from the other side of the snowfield that guards many of the northwest face's routes. Note the offwidth pitch near the highest tree on the ridge
We traversed this snow up and right towards the flat(ish) ramp leading off left.This was our start and it worked quite well.
Colchuck and the recent rockfall that hammered the surface of the Colchuck Glacier.
Colchuck Lake and Cashmere Mountain from the moraine near the start of the ridge.
Eventually, Stephen called down that he could see an offwidth, and I soon found him on a ledge setting a belay anchor and getting ready to tackle some wide. He got the #4 and #6 out, tied in, and was soon off up the offwidth. He dispatched it by simply dropping his pack and hauling it on a runner, and by walking the #6 up for around 10 meters. Soon he was above the offwidth and on a large ledge. I got ready to follow and soon I was climbing up some wide crack. Having not climbed offwidths very much, it was a little harder for me then Stephen, but with a bit of stemming with my right and arm-baring/jamming with my left side I slowly dispatched the crux of the route. While it was the most difficult climbing on the route for me, it made me think and was some the more fun climbing on the route. I hit the anchor, and soon Stephen was up leading a rather long 55 meter pitch up some lower angle cracks. Another long pitch followed with some really enjoyable crack moves and a long traverse following an optional 5.9 offwidth (way easier than the crux one). We climbed another pitch on easier ground until we hit terrain that was ideal for simul climbing. I took the rack and led off up this lower angle terrain. I stuck to the left of the crest for a while until I had to move up and right for a bit. I passed a “cannon hole” formed by a big block and the ridge and climbed under a short roof above it. We slowly advanced towards the Fin and hit some flatter terrain a little below it with a couple small bivy sites. I climbed a short wall and set up a belay above it from which I brought Stephen up. We took a nice, long break there and readjusted our systems for the final little push to the Fin. From this break spot I climbed up and right towards the base of the Fin, passing more bivy sites on some flatter terrain. A short mid fifth wall led me onto the Fin itself, and a few more feet of climbing brought me to a horn beneath a corner that I slung for a belay.

Me thrashing my way up the offwidth after Stephen led it. Photo By: Stephen Williams
Me on the optional 5.9 offwidth on pitch 3 I believe. This pitch was wandering and very fun, with some solid crack and slab moves followed my an awesome traverse (seen here)! Photo By: Stephen Williams.
Stephen readjusting his simuling system.
Stephen being a mountain guide!
Colchuck Lake and the surrounding area with some perspective thrown in.
The Fin.
The Fin again. Man, so epic!
Stephen came up to the belay and we transitioned back to roped climbing. He led off up the corner and across a large ledge to the base of a couple of cracks splitting the wall above. I followed the mid fifth corner and got to the anchor shortly after. We transferred the rack and Stephen led up the wall. He tried to use the cracks to the left, but the right ended up being more featured and more conducive to gear. He pulled onto another big ledge and moved farther up along it to the base of a long, left-trending crack. I followed and had a blast on this pitch! It was super fun climbing! From here, we mainly followed Blake’s description of staying on the left side of the Fin. Stephen led off up and left along the left-trending crack to the very left edge of the Fin where he built a belay and brought me up. Once again, this was a stellar pitch! Exposed, thought-provoking, and fun! From this odd stance, Stephen led off across another traversing crack, the “crux” of the Fin, under a large overhanging block. Some more climbing along the traversing crack led to an upward trending crack at the top of which Stephen slung a horn for a belay. I followed my favorite pitch of the entire route, all the while with a smile on my face! There was a point where one could walk along the crack and simply undercling it. The harder moves just required a look around to drop them a grade or two. I was almost sad when I reached Stephen at the belay. We did some finagling at the belay and soon Stephen was back off climbing across one final crack towards a notch at the crest of the Fin. Soon he was out of my view across the other side of the Fin, and shortly thereafter I was following his moves towards his position. Again, this pitch had some stellar climbing and an interesting first move from the belay to the crack on the other side of the Fin. Nothing was too hard, but there were certainly places where one could make it harder if one wasn’t careful. I got to Stephen’s position on the other side of the Fin and above the third couloir of the Triple Couloirs route. Stephen offered me the next lead, but my legs were pretty worked at that point so I declined it. He led off on loose gravel and blocks up and right under a couple large spires/gendarmes until he hit another notch. He belayed just after the notch because of a large amount of rope drag.  I followed our last roped pitch and moved past his belay and onto the other side of the gully.

Me riding high on the Fin. Some of the best climbing I've ever done! Photo By: Stephen Williams
Me crossing the ridge crest to above the 3rd couloir of the Triple Couloirs Route. Photo By: Stephen Williams.
We unroped there and scrambled up and over to the south side of Dragontail. We moved past a couple snow patches to what appeared to be the bivy sites. We dropped our packs there and took a little break. Stephen was convinced that these were not the bivy sites, but the summit was waiting for us so I grabbed my camera and we hiked up a faint trail to the summit. When we got just below the summit we encountered what turned out to be the actual bivy sites Stephen had heard of, a nice flat bit of gravel and dirt in a notch that could probably fit three people side by side. We met the climbers that topped out on the Serpentine Arête just as we had topped out on the Backbone Ridge. Soon they started the vertical mile of elevation loss that would get them to the car. Stephen and I were glad we opted for the two day approach. We spent some time on the summit, I took photos, and we fantasized about other climbs, routes, and the awesome mass of rock and ice that is Mount Stuart.

The Core of the Enchantments from the summit of Dragontail.
Prusik Peak and Temple Ridge. SO MUCH GOOD ROCK!!!!!
This is another one of my personal favorites! I take good candid people photos apparently... Who knew?
HERMERGHERD IT'S THE STUART RANGE!!!!
Stuart and Colchuck. Brothers from the same Mother, The Earth.
After some relaxing under the sun, we headed back down to the packs. We lazed around some more until Stephen started melting snow for rehydration and “cooking” our dinners. We switched off melting snow and drinking for a while, talking about random shit for most of it. Soon it was sunset/dinner time, so we got our dinners ready to cook. I went to the bathroom after my dinner cooked and I threw Stephen’s in before I wandered uphill to use the restroom. Stephen scrambled back over to the sun under the north side just before I started “cooking.” After I returned from my restroom break, he suggested that we eat dinner under the setting sun, so I followed him back over to the north side of the mountain. On a nice ledge overlooking a gully, we ate dinner and admired the alpenglow that was bathing the Cascades in orange light. It was great to just sit, talk, and take in the view. It was my first true Stuart Range sunset, and it is something that I’ll remember for the rest of my life. After the Earth turned away from the Sun, the mosquitoes got bad and we scrambled back to our packs. We packed our bags and hiked back to the nice bivy spot just below the summit. Stephen used is pack and clothes for a pad and I got the rope. Soon we were both in our bags and ready to fall asleep. I woke up a couple times during the night to try and do some night photos, but I was simply too tired and lazy to pull my camera from the bottom of my bag and set it up. Instead, I simply stared up at the sea of stars that comprise the Milky Way and beyond, trying to make a mental picture of it that can last for a lifetime.

Tahoma and part of Dragontail's summit ridge in twilight.
Looking north from under Dragontail's summit.
Friday the 29th

Eventually, the sun crested over the notch and we both woke up at around 9:30 AM. Our bodies were a bit reluctant to compel to our demands to say the least. We started the stove and made hot water for oatmeal and coffee. We took another stroll to the summit and I took some more photos. Tahoma was on the horizon, rising sharply out of the foothills to 14000 or so feet. A couple of day hikers from Leavenworth scrambled up to the summit just as we were finishing packing. We talked to them for a while and soon were off down the way they came, towards the snow and the top of Aasgard Pass.

Mount Stuart in the morning. Damn, that North Ridge looks dope!
The almighty, massive Tahoma.
The upper section of the Core Enchantments.
Stephen and his "favorite" Cascade meowtain. Nice couple lol. (favorite being defined as the one mountain that he would climb forever compared to all the rest...)
The backside of Aasgard Sentinel and Aasgard Pass.
We pulled our axes off and started descending the snow. I was slow and a little too methodical in my movements. Stephen said that watching me descend the snow that way, in which I was almost plunge-stepping in the already made tracks and using my axe super aggressively and securely, was like over-gripping on a 5.5. He said that I should look around and see if self-arresting is possible and safe, and if it is safe, then I should loosen up and move a bit faster on the terrain. By moving faster, I transfer my primary focus to simply stopping the fall, and not preventing it as much. I understood what he was saying and I then tried applying it on the next few snowfields. Stephen saying that honestly made my confidence level drop a few bars, but ultimately I got those bars back and more by simply following what he said I should do and taking his advice. Snow is my weakness, I’m sure it will always be it, but Stephen’s little bit of coaching helped my greatly.

Descent route off the south side of Dragontail, note trail in snow from right hand col.
Snow Creek Spires.
Aasgard Sentinel.
Colchuck Balanced Rock.
East Face of the Witches Tower.
Anyway, we moved quickly from snow patch to snow patch and across bits of boulder-field until we took a break above a tarn coming off of the dying Snow Creek Glacier. We talked some more about confidence/efficiency on snow and soon I led off across the slope towards the trail that climbs Aasgard Pass. We descended for a bit until we hit a stream coming off the top of Aasgard where we filled up our water bottles. Another 1500’ of scree-skiing and boulder-hopping got us to Colchuck Lake. Our next break was at the tombolo separating Colchuck Lake from a smaller lake on it more northwest shore. After the break, we hopped back on the trail and descended all the way to the bridge crossing Mountaineer’s Creek before stopping again for a quick dunking of the shirt and a water break. From there, we descended the final few miles of sun-baked trail all the way to the car.

Pretty bad photo, but here I am at the end of the journey ready to head home.
We changed into some more comfy/cooler clothes and soon we were off back down the road towards Icicle Creek and Leavenworth. We eventually got to a gas station in Leavenworth where we got some food, drinks, and texted our people. After that, it was the long haul to Everett and Burlington to meet back up with my Mom. We listened to some music and two podcasts from the Enormocast on our way over. Finally, we got back to Haggens and waited for my ride to show up. My Mom and Grandma showed up, I swapped cars, and said thank you/good bye to Stephen. We went our separate ways and soon I was back at home eating some food and watching the “Grand Budapest Hotel.”

Conclusion:

            The Backbone Ridge was the “easiest” climb on Stephen’s list that he sent to me after he saw that our original route, Skookum Peak via part of the Green Creek Circuit, was melted out. I was a little apprehensive to say the least about trying a 2000’ route, my longest route at this point, for only my second official alpine climb of the year. I was stressed that I would be slow again and disappoint Stephen on the snow and rock, like I did on a couple parts of the TFT. I think this climb was about simply being honest with myself and, by extension, others. I told Stephen that I was expecting myself to be slow and that I was happy just to be the belay slave all day to make up for my slower leading. I was honest with myself by simply realizing that I can only go so fast with my fitness level and that I don’t have Stephen’s experience or fitness. I was honest with Stephen too because I was honest with myself. I swallowed my pride and simply admitted that I have faults and that took a massive weight off my chest. Simply letting the mountain take the reins and climbing it with an honest and accurate idea of myself made this experience very enjoyable. I had nothing to prove to no one except myself. This climb did what I wanted it to do to me: get my confidence up and instill a better attitude towards alpine climbing in me, and it did just that! This week had been everything that I’ve wanted for so long and more! I climbed two peaks less than a week apart in two completely different areas and styles with two awesome partners. I’m humbled to know that I did this last week was only a result of help from my partners, my family, and the very mountains I climbed.


One last note, I would have trained more for this climb, brought a bigger pack, actually taken night photos, carried more of the gear, and led more of the climb if I were to climb it again. Of course, I WILL be climbing this route again sometime!