Veeeeery hot day. Sunflowers look up the sky.

My weeklong trip in western Japan was over. The sunflowers were looking up the sky in the garden of my parent's house in Shimane prefecture.
Flowers, vegetables and insects were almost as vivid as they had been a year ago.

The only difference is my father. He was not there this summer. He had passed away of pneumonia last year.

Even he was bedridden and hardly spoke, I felt comfortable staying beside him and looking him while I was there.

Roads, buildings and even shapes of rivers have changed. The sunflowers don't care the changes growing higher and higher.