For a decade I have walked the forests of Niigata alone, locating Himebotaru (Luciola parvula) colonies on no map, in no record — habitats glowing since before the roads existed.
The photographs move from wonder toward loss — a torii gate in starlight, an animal crossing a forest floor of light, an excavator at the forest's edge while the last lights flicker at its feet.
The road expansion has claimed the ground where I once photographed hundreds of fireflies.
Himebotaru cannot relocate. They cannot adapt. They disappear.
Only this light remains — the choice to notice it before it is gone.