Mori - san, want to come? He would always invite me along. And I would happily follow Inoue - san around, like a puppy after a parent dog, through the flophouse of Kamagasaki, under the overpasses of Sonedaki, the slums of Juso Osaka. On these trips there would always be ablack Nikon glued to one of his hands, nd with deft movements he would shoot segments of the chaotic streets with the dexterity of a pick pocket. It was all I could do to just keep up with him, but just walking around with the dauntless Inoue-san made me proud and happy. Navigating the streets with his broad shoulders, Inoue-san was asource of endless inspiration form me, a mere fledgling at the time.
