Mihara, Hiroshima
The ferry from Mihara docks at Kosagi port several times a day, and on most arrivals only a handful of passengers step off, if any. The island measures little more than a kilometer across, granite underfoot, with Matsutake-yama rising modestly behind the harbor. Citrus trees — navel oranges, ponkan, amanatsu — hold the slopes in a patchwork that has outlived the shipbuilding sheds once busy here. Kosagi lighthouse, in service since the Meiji era, still marks the channel for boats passing through the Geiyo islands.
Population has thinned to a near-vanishing point, and the quiet on the paths between groves is genuine rather than curated. Yet the island is not simply emptying. The Bioile project brings contemporary art into the orchards and abandoned lots, working alongside the citrus harvest rather than displacing it. One sees both at once: a farmer tending trees that have fruited for generations, and an installation reading the same landscape in another register.
What sets this small island apart from the larger, better-trafficked names of the Seto Inland Sea is the scale of attention it asks for. There is no circuit to complete. Time on Kosagi-jima is measured in ferry departures, the angle of light on the water, and the slow movement between port, lighthouse, and grove — a rhythm legible to anyone willing to stay past a single afternoon.
On this island
- 瀬戸内海
- 小佐木島