Silver grass ripples like water under golden autumn sun, a landscape most foreigners misss

Glide along in a boat like an aristocrat as you admore the harvest moon reflected in the pond

As the tide recedes, the torii gate seems to float on liquid gold

Eat them warm from paper bags as smoke curls through the cedar air and bells echo down the valley

A quiet cousin of summer festivals. Candlelight drifting past tea fields and crimson hills

Steam rises between scarlet maples — the first true taste of winter’s warmth

A sacred peak ablaze with foliage, where monks once trained above the clouds

speed past fiery maples above turquoise rivers as you head towards the clear hot waters of Unazuki Onsen

Terraced groves glow orange above the water; the fruit becomes jam, juice, or simple joy eaten fresh under a low sun

golden hour, above the clouds

seasonal mushrooms are harvested from nearby slopes and served in a charcoal-grilled sequence that tastes of fire and forest