Photographs made over fifteen years of returning to Okinawa, beginning with a first visit in 2010 for an old friend's wedding, when a rental car carried Atsushi Yoshie north along National Route 58 at dusk, past closely packed concrete houses with rooftop water tanks, narrow asphalt streets and children playing, more like somewhere in Asia than the Japan he knew. He had long kept his distance, wary of the romanticised image of the southern islands held by a lone traveller and of the political, ethnic and cultural questions around photographing the place, yet he found the work a joy, like colouring in a blank map. The pictures refused to fit the framework he had developed for other cities, and the book follows how photographing Okinawa drew him away from photographing 'Okinawa' as a subject.