Speaking of Japan, it's spring and all the cherry blossoms are doing their thing over there. But if I ever get to Japan (hint, hint to my husband, to my God, to my bank account, etc), I will remember to look down as well as up. Turns out the manhole covers are quite the sight.
Pretty, pretty manhole covers. Further proof that everything can be beautiful if you want it to be and apparently Japan wants it to be. Over the years, photographer S. Morita has documented these and over 600 more iron lovelies. You can see them all on Flicker.
I've never lived in a place that is so attuned to aesthetics. Where even the lowly necessity of an iron plate shielding citizens from plunging into the sewers is elevated to fine art. Maybe one day (once again: hint, hint).