by Jeff S. Jones

It was my first year living in Japan, so I took many photographs for my scrapbook. One day, at a beautiful temple in Kyoto, I stopped a man to ask if he would take a picture of me. As I stood smiling, I noticed that the man was holding my camera with one of his fingers completely covering the lens. I didn't want to be rude and I figured he'd soon catch his mistake, so I didn't say anything about it. He proceeded to take the picture without moving his finger. I forgot about the incident until I got my pictures developed, and found, among all the other shots, a perfect photograph of nothing but the man's index finger.


Jeff S. Jones is an American writer who lives in Tokyo.